DJ Quik - Real Doe [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Yeah, now I'm taking a grip into suckas is bull [?]
Cause slanging them funky track is what I'm doin'
(Yo yo yo Quik, what time is it?)
It's time to show the homies I can make another hit
Another bomb ass [?], another 10 dollar tape
In the pen [?] swelling [?] wailing on my shit
Cause they know that Quik will never quit
I’m not an N.W.A, I ain’t there, I’m on my way
To the top of the tree, for C.M.W. to see
It's me
Chilling with the D-K-K-A-M-G
And another homie dog known to you as [?]
And we be kicking it, genuine [?] in my clutch
I'm getting funky with your ho because she's softer to touch
And then I'm out [?] on the niggas with no ho
Who just got a taste of the real doe

[Interlude]

[Verse 2]
So you say you're on doe, here's a mothafucking hit
(Yeah, I like that shit)
Now back to my goodie old good [?]
I'm getting sweaty cause I roll with the good doe
You wanna get a little taste?
Bitch, 10 dollars for a mothafucking take
And if you try to snatch my stash
I'm gonna beat your Black monkey ass
Give me the pipe, cause that ain't right
Look at you, nigga, you been up all night
You say you want a true high?
You say you wanna get fucked up
Here's a proper blast
(Now go on with your funky ass)
And tell the rest of your folks
That the D and the fellas got the bomb ass doe

[Interlude]

[Verse 3]
Take a taste of the real
The D-O-P-E doe now the deal
You know some niggas can't cope with a K
I'm shaking the dice and leaving them broke
You was your last hope, so what you do his crew
You smelled the smoke, you choke, cause I'm unfadeable
It was the note I wrote that made it playable
So take a quote, now write it, because I say it doe
Yeah, the K is goodamn able to walk a [?]
Straight out, you know I'm destined who want to light
The pipe, I got the Russian, I know I'm White
(You're White) I couldn't trust them
With the purest of the dope because it'snot chest bustin'
I'm the K, straight from second to none
And if you wanna get some
Take a chance, come with a cut rope
You know you can't hang with a hit from the real doe

[Interlude]

[Verse 4]
You know it's funky funky funky, I love a fat monkey
I rap for the niggas, and steal from the honkies
And always want the autograph, but I start to laugh
Cause you used to ignore me, but now you adore me
Cause bitch, you's a mothafucking trick
Only out for the AMG stick
Girl, I got paid, now I got it made
Put your money where your mouth is, fuck, take a suck
Cause I know (I know), I know (I know)
You's a big freak's open sesame
And let me pop the pill, show you how I feel
Nut in your butt and all that stuff
Cause the vertical joyride's taking off
I got my ticket, ho, so show me where to go
And play me like a good old guitar
Let me be your rock star with the real doe

[Interlude]