Don Cash - I Got 500 On It [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I Got 500 On It

Long ago and far away
Young Don Cash was a runaway
He kicked a rhyme and he made a beat
And got the cuties jumping out they seat
Known worldwide as a champion
Work never done when you're number one
Oh no!
It's 500 on the kid to win
If you wit me baby sing it again
And again

Crooked numbers and large figures
Big money in chrome
We're the home run hitters
Its all done with mirrors
The punchlines in the sunshine
I gun rhymes and run dimes then unwind
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Its a lot of rap stars
Who spit those raps and sound phony
They rhymes is skeletal
Kinda bony
I know a fat girl
She wanna be my tenderoni
She wanna be my
Prima ballerina
She's my big dreamer
Flawless and rolling green
From college park out to bowling green
Yall players but its more to me
Son I own the team
I got that private jet flow
You know the rep though
I got to stick to the schedule
Underground through the city on the metro
I wanna catch her gaze these days are something special

Long ago and far away
Young Don Cash was a runaway
He kicked a rhyme and he made a beat
And got the cuties jumping out they seat
Known worldwide as a champion
Work never done when you're number one
Oh no!
It's 500 on the kid to win
If you wit me baby sing it again
And again

I can't get sentimental
So I ditched the rental
And grabbed the train to Grand Central
Baby girl was showing me potential
It's my street credentials
That got me rolling presidential
City to city the highways and the countryside
After midnight drives waiting for the sun to rise
We are stringing words together in verse
Living the dream we hit the scene rocking "Night Nurse"
A hustle for every season
Cold getting paid
My net worth is freezing
I'm icy
Spitting gems so pricey
Just me and wifey
Yeah its shaping up nicely
The view from here on race courses
Strapped in a rocket pushing 500 horses
They'll need to call up special forces
Cuz my words is bangers
Crack for rap slangers

Long ago and far away
Young Don Cash was a runaway
He kicked a rhyme and he made a beat
And got the cuties jumping out they seat
Known worldwide as a champion
Work never done when you're number one
Oh no!
It's 500 on the kid to win
If you wit me baby sing it again
And again

I hear 2PAC's on twitter
And Biggies on skype
Kanye got the boards
And Jay Z on the mic
Dirty Money coming home back from Paris tonight
Cuz I run this game show
Like the price is right
Outlasting every trend we in fashion again
All swag VIP image stuck in your lens
The Flash popping
Got your girls panties dropping
Nothings shocking
Sounds like the streets talking
World tours and plaza hotel floors
The view from here
In saluts and bonjours
Maybe I spit it universal
In a complete reversal
She's mine
No dress rehearsal
I'm like The Source
From ninety three
Don Cash triumph a rhyme
Total victory
No flow is slicker
I won't stop til I see it on a bumper sticker