Diabolic - Game Time [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
It's Game Time!
Strike out the emcee
And if he tempts me, I'll knock him out like Jack Dempsey
Knock him out the box (x2)
You know and I know I'm nice like that
Bulls-eye, direct hit don't miss
Game Time

[Verse 1: Sean Price]
Let's Go
Yo,Game time, I'm the famous and fancy
No shucking and jiving no Amos and Andy
Fucking with the Ruckus, this alias is handy
Clap guns you whack son Jackson and Randy
Candy grab of course but candy strap the balls
Slam cats on floors you >benny?< pack
Heavy-weight champ of rap
Never late Dessy Shake gravitate your hat
P-body the fiend the team hummie your team sloppy
Your Dean properly leave all ya knocked >pray??<
>Your??< dude with disciples I'm Jesus Price
I told my >??< chill B we don't see alike
Don't hit girls but best believe I would beat a dike
The fuck down 'till the bitch turn into Tina Ike
I beat it right
A friend of Sevah's is a friend of mine
Diabolic I beef I defend it with Timbs and my nine
Yes

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Diabolic]
I used to be broke, now my stacks are poppin'
Got chicks fatter than Action Bronson cookin' crack in Compton
The fact is I've been hangin' out like muffin-tops
Buildin' somethin' that could bring the juggernaut to a sudden stop
On the roughest blocks, set foot and your blood'll clot
Stoppin' heart functions and it starts pumpin' butter scotch
Me and Vinnie'll squeeze the semi with Ruck and Rock
And have these law abidin' citizens screamin' "Fuck the cops!"
Plot 'till the cuffs are locked knockin' 'Bolic's plans
And Rick Ross is there checkin' my cell for contraband (Rugh)
Lying thief tryin' to reach the promised land
Drunk enough to do shots with 2pac's hologram
Body slam somebody, unload some sort of gat
And leave their pockets empty quicker than mobile quarter backs
(gimme that)
Sean'll snap if you pop shit you won't endorse
Your broken jaw bones will sever both your vocal cords

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
What you have here is a death cult
Take this motherfucker's sweet vick god and let's bolt
I ain't fuckin' round I see the rabbit ears and get goin'
If I ain't had a voice its cause I had a fear of strep throat
You see it feel lonely at the top
Even if you have a Tenderoni and some rock
I cook drugs, mama macaroni in the pot
In the 90's I should've been signed to Sony with the rock
I ain’t think I’ll live to see 35
I had the hammer and the 40 watching Jersey Drive
Who’s this sicilian white bol god I heard he live
He as filthy as cucaracha in the dirty sta
You see a keep the bull dog in the car seat
I respond to y'all criticism by eating dog meat
I don't see you as competition cause y'all sweet
I dump the body in the back like it's a car seat

[hook]
During hook
.. PAZZIE!

[Vinnie Paz: Outro]
Yeah
Pazienza
Yo it's an honor and a privilege to do a track with my brothers man

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