CGB - Unorthodox [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1 : CGB]
We inhaling all diff-er-ent
Types of those drugs, types of that stuff
Those hugs that the government does
Will have a body fuckin bleedin', buried down Cuz
And you'll get buried because, they don't show us no love
And they don't show in the cut, they just visualize
To think what you wanna see, there's things you need to see
Like the real life, the real truth
It's easy when you got ya eyes open, all three and they're red
Because of the potent you're smokin'
And notice my shit is ferocious and exploding cause of extra doses
Of molasses and moses, syncopated and toasted
Synchronized like mass suicide, life is a coaster
But that just how it goes and how the wave flows so
Go so slow mo, let me just rip it
Sicker than most of these bitches is
The way I'm rappin I'm flippin all of these switches
Flow is spittin propane, next got some butane
To light these snitches, got a bic my homie? Flick it!

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Money ain't a thing, if I got it I won't spend
All I got is my fams, I don't need no friends
Feels like this glory road is coming to an end
The only soul the won't sin
No he won't give in, yo this world is bone chillin'
Make meals in Hell's Kitchen with these dishes
Properly delivered drop trees in my Swisher
And bring that back to my property witcha

[Verse 2 : Moonlite Don]
Moonlite, Moonlite, these bitches screaming 'Moonlite'
Drownin' down that Goose like, tomorrow ain't in my sight
Brighter than the limelight, Moonlite is the answer
God in the flesh and shit, better respect my conglomerate
Everybody criss up, everybody's spliff up
This a motherfucking rave, we're all supposed to be fucked up
So everybody fuck up, let's all start getting freaky
Lets all start makin' babies, like Woodstock in the 60's
Turn to stoners and hippies, grab the splizzy and blizzy
Shorties takin' there clothes off
Coming back to my casa, intercourse 'til mañana
No I don't have a phantom, Killa Cam from my Nana
We could fuck in the back of, I'm the dopest you know it
Moonlite is a poet, Narkotic and Spooks are drugheads
Ellie L is a gigolo, on oxy and I'm smokin dro
Blastin on all of these hoes, powder right under my nose
Hackin' darts cause they're coze, nigga

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