Clipse - Run This Shit [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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[Verse 1: Ab-Liva]
So grown on em
G4 flown on em
[?] when I stroll on em
On a track scream like Ray Mo' on em
But im back like a crow on em
Tarmac got the glow on em
Summer flow on em
In the past George Jones had blow on him
Dirt cheap, copped for the low-low on em
Lil Jon, get low on em
In the car with top off
Ah! Catch a cold on em
And the jewels like a show on em
But trust he got the phone on him
I put a nigga in the sky, see his soul on him
No console on em
Go hard or go home on em
Conquer the game with a goal on em
We're so bold on em
Scold on em when I scroll on em
The best writer since Hov on em
Now that's Nirvana, Dave Grohl on em
The man, the music to making a king
Crown the heir to the throne on him

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Neighborhood P nigga, don't get it fucked up
36 O's, still do the front tuck
How could you ever think that rap had me pumped up
When the powder white come in by the dump truck
Hence my name and that six-figure chariot
The platinum chain, the charm full of fairy dust
Glow from the fist either or take a pic see
Each one of em right like ambidextrous wrists
We got it for cheap, that's the mantra
Nigga fuck Zomba, I sell nose candy, Willy Wonka
Minus the top hat, take the top off of that
See my face, love my race, I'm young gifted and black
Rubber band money, Pyrex full of crack
Surrounded by the re-up, what's fuckin' with that?
We speakin a language, bang this
Platinum in the streets
Niggas love that I'm dope dealer famous

[Hook: Pusha T] (x2)
Re-Up Gang, we here to run this shit
Niggas know, they cannot fuck with this
Motivate, money, hoes and dope dealer cliques
For the low, yup! We still got them bricks

[Verse 3: Sandman]
Once again it is Sandman
Fat dad, show him a fat ass
Money in sandbags, like it from baghdad
Off on back 4th, I got jet lagged
Dark green bentley, think of a trash bag
Stuck with the garbage, then up in the trash can
Curbside, you know I ain't the one for the asshole antics
That gets one-handed
The AK say, "Hey, he need casket"
The Uzi like, "Ooh-wee, who he, shooting"
Rapid fire, now that's your high air, flat your tire
In life, you don't get no spare
Only thing in the trunk be you
A violent [?] is the car
16th floor, fuckin' your broad
And I'm out, smokin' the best, chokin' a mess
With another bitch, gropin' her breasts
Waitin' for next

[Verse 4: Malice]
In that S4 bucket, attitude, "Fuck it"
Arm out the window, so you can see it busted
Retract the sunroof and let the sun touch ya
Bumpin' Confessions, she got a thing for Usher
Oh, what a rush
With 6 on the clutch
Got the engine screamin', but all you hear is hush
Oh so appalling, the way I'm a [?] through the industry
With that silly ass jargon
My squadron, move brick like Mason
We are hip hop's lost civilization
On the cover of Vibe, we like the new Death Row
And black turtlenecks in that Goldfinger row
D12 or better, me and little brother Push
Crack the whips on them horses, and tell them bitches "Mush"
On the rise nigga, right before your eyes
You ain't even see it coming, did you?
You was prolly high

[Hook]