Cam'ron - Road Trip [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Vado]

Dice hit the floor
Gambling your life selling right out the store
Doubling the price when your right with the raw
The white? yeah it's pure
Was selling it in the town where the white's even poor
Too many bad blocks
It was nice, I was lost
Standing near train tracks, trying to get across
Direct when I talk, so my lines get across
Discussions at the table, as I stand behind the boss
Moving raw was a hobby
Find me in the City High, drinking more than Robby
Full clip you gonna need more to rob me
Ya waiting to get a buzz like the door in your lobby
Treat bread like butter and spread paper
Im Fresh and you a terrible dresser like Craig Sager
Turn it up all day, like I had deaf neighbors
Bullets a hurt, like search they breath takers
Haters!

[Hook: Vado]

Take a leak, get gas
Buy everything you need, and hit the road
And get cash
You a couple bricks fast
Got shooters in every town, just in case the clip blast

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]

Yo My life is like a movie boo
Oh my god your Cam?
Yea, you be you
Started fumbling the words like Scooby Doo
Oopsie daisie baby, here's a drink
Some Lou V, boo
From New Orleans
So I hit her with a "hootie hoo"!
Stay fly, no help from boo V Lou
Skip that now, I want to take some nudy pics
Your booty thick, real thick
C'mon lets make a movie flick?
Dont think I'm a do me miss
You know I get the assuming's quick
Groupie bitch, Gucci
I raw, no Sushi shit
But I want to get a nut, Macadamian
No bullshit, I need cranium
Not next year, answer like "yes dear"
But I look down, "Goddamn I see chest hair?"
And I was Weed'ed up
Just about to beat it up
Now I gotta tell her
Cover that cleavage
Up!

[Hook 2: Vado]

Take a leak, get gas
Buy everything you need, and hit the road
And get cash
You a couple bricks fast
Got shooters in every town, just in case the clip blast
No money shits sad
Every time you analyze how you live
You get mad
You enough to get passed
Once you buy the whole thing
Make sure you cook and fix half

[Verse 3: Vado]

Niggas on the shelves like can food
Find me in Cam's stew
Burning down the booth like Bambu
Get dragged like the bottom, my damn True's
Put up the paper, 2K 10 with the Lakers
I can't lose
None of that live shit, my slime's get live quick
And stay in the cut like a side chick
Don't say much but arrive quick
Two 4, 5's grip
Receive your man hand
A surprise gift

[Verse 4: Cam'ron]

They say Satan wears Prada
Well your mom is the devil
She naked in my crib with some orange Stilletos
She a trooper
So I honor a rebel
And you chill like E kids, Hansel and Gretel
38 special, I'm a monster with the metal
And we passed the penthouse
Yea we on another level
I dont love'em , Buzzin'
Let you stress'em
Got more ho's then Tiger, Wilt, or Hugh Hefner!

[Hook 2]