Brooks - 323 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Now everybody from the 3-2-3
Put your motherfuckin' hands up and follow me
Now everybody from the 3-2-3
Put your motherfuckin' hands up

Look, look
I got this beat in my head and I can't get rid of it
Just like their addiction with the nicotine cigarette
They can't spit this shit the way I spit this shit
I just gave them another reason why they should quit
In their brain, like me and girl, I'm into it
Taking over this world, once I'm through this bitch
She comes back for more of my fuckin' dick
I let her, cause I like how she use her lips
And everybody else wants a fuckin' piece of me
But they can't fuckin' touch, they can only see
Anything I say and they're fuckin' onto me
Bitch leave me alone, give me some fuckin' privacy
Everybody says they feel my pain
Too bad I don't fuckin' feel the same way
I blame experiences on what I became
Proud of it too, ain't got no fuckin' shame
I'm not done, I begun, I just started
Some call me the one, and I don't doubt it
You say that I'm wrong and retarded
Funny thing is you won't do shit about it

Now everybody from the 3-2-3
Put your motherfuckin' hands up and follow me
Now everybody from the 3-2-3
Put your motherfuckin' hands up

Alright a lot of people are scared of getting shot
But you get used to it when you're living in Watts
I saw people get killed in the parking lots
Killers in the streets and they never get caught
Always hearing the cops around your block
Make sure before you go to sleep, the doors are locked
They do nothing to get this shit to stop
Get your ass killed, whether it's your fault or not
I don't know how the fuck I'm still living
I should've died ever since the beginning
God kept me alive with all this sinning
But I did what I had to do to keep on winning
Now I'm sprintin to the finish
No looking back, at the crack heads
In fact, I'm still being chased by the villains
These demons look at me like I'm one of them, chillin
Who said the devil did all the dealing?

Now listen my minions
I don't need no opinions
I know I'm the best and I haven't hit the ceiling
A through Z, til' I ball like Krillin
I'm scared of that cell, scared of that cell
I play it cool and they can never tell
That I'm actually cleaner than fuckin' Purell
That I feather well, with a big dick and its outer shell
They think I'm trapped in this hell hole, water well
But I'm a dopeass swimmer, like Michael Phelps
Say lates to the late Donatello
Tell him I said hello
Listening to swimming pools
Got people staring at me like "yo, what the fuck has gotten into you!?"
I feel like I failed ever since my interview
Mental breakdowns, gentle takedowns, stupid questions
None of this makes sense now
I lost you, causing panic
Let me switch gears like a fuckin' mechanic
My flow be automatic
Talking frantic
No sleep, fuck a xanix
Fuck the projects and people treating me like one
Fuck my conscience the devil already won
Or so I let her think
Turn that red from that pink
Wassup tight kitties
Get off me before I explode a load in your hole with some foam
And I ain't wanna a clone

And I'm scared to death, scared to look in my fucking yearbook

Fuck Cranbrook


You ain't a crook son
You just a shook one