Chris Smith Jr. - Griffey [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]
Smeezy
Where you been at?
Cause you ain't been around
I ain't seen you in the town
In a minute
Heard you been puttin' it down
But we miss you at the
Crib right now
But, I get it yeah I get it gotta get it caus it's
No handouts

[B Section]
Nigga too hot damn
Boy go pull the fire alarm

My boo she badder three lil' kids home alone

Look like I cash out but she get that shit on her own

I blow her back out
And she fix me cream of wheat
Bring the whole trap out
My niggas gone eat with me

I wear my bucket it mop all this sauce I been drippin'

Only Jr. wit this many hits is my nigga Ken Griffey

The youngest and dumbest stomach rumbling dammit I'm hungry
Pay me in cash or I'm not gone be coming
Simple as that niggas stupid or somethin'
They love me I'm cupid or somethin'

[Hook]
You can catch me in the cut wit a bad red thang you never seen

Got the oil my cup
Bro chill
Don't spill my Vavoline

Hot shit in the drop blowin' chop sticks
Eyes all Japanese

Jumpin' in the function
Got it jumpin' in the function
Jumpin' in the function

[Verse 2]
Smeezy
Where you been at?
Cause you ain't been around
I ain't seen you in the town
In a minute
Heard you been puttin' it down
But we miss you at the
Crib right now
But, I get it yeah I get it gotta get it caus it's
No handouts

(B Section)
Nigga too hot damn
Boy go pull the fire alarm

My boo she badder three lil' kids home alone

Look like I cash out but she get that shit on her own

I blow her back out
And she fix me cream of wheat
Bring the whole trap out
My niggas gone eat with me

I wear my bucket it mop all this sauce I been drippin'

Only Jr. wit this many hits is my nigga Ken Griffey

The youngest and dumbest stomach rumbling dammit I'm hungry
Pay me in cash or I'm not gone be coming
Simple as that niggas stupid or somethin'
They love me I'm cupid or somethin'

[Hook]
You can catch me in the cut wit a bad red thang you never seen

Got the oil my cup
Bro chill
Don't spill my Vavoline

Hot shit in the drop blowin' chop sticks
Eyes all Japanese

Jumpin' in the function
Got it jumpin' in the function
Jumpin' in the function

[Verse 3]
All about the revenue
Something that you never knew
Cause this shit got so much soul off in it
Whole thang feel like Shang Tsung
Mortals in combat with the coppers on the block where I was brought up

That's enough to make me go the extra mile
Like I missed the exit
Tank never get empty

Never been hesitant
Always been heaven-sent

Up in the function
Still Young Dumb Nem