Fresh OJ - Shook Ones (remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Bryan Garcia]
I put you on to some realness
This be that one group you can't miss
We got flow from our feet to both our wrist
Cut the spoiled milk nonsense will murder y'all
Ruin your whole career nobody heard of y'all
Y'all over milky fellas let the carton fall
I don't need no group I'll fight you all
Give up now Ngozi are get laced up
And Kendl I know you don't wanna fade up
We be them real niggas y'all can feel the spoiled milk killers
The best for little me them triggers just us fellas
I know I'm not that nice I'm new to the game
But I don't need talent to destroy u lames
Yo, CManeech I think it's time to dig the grave
Fresh Oj, will be the ever lasting new wave
Bring pain to your life just like a cut
Or you'll be done like a cig burned to the bud

[Verse 2: CManeech]
My crew snaps necks on the track never handing out respect
I got haters breathing heavy like a asthma attack
And I rack up the corpses with lyrical forces
Penetrate your brain with a power of ten horses
And taking courses in Queens New York
But I'm the King of Vocab take a step out of my court with your Bull Shit
We on a whole another level
I rock out the mic, these kids can barely even pebble
Im a rebel
Cause nobody can really rule me
I spit filthy lines I'm hot you'll never cool me
Running floor one cause we got kid's on floor two
So room 107 can get cooked like a stew
And get your boy Japan if he's ready to go
I'll chop up any hope of spoiled milk like Taekwando
And X out your name clearly like Tic Tac Toe
A bloody nose from Oj the only way you have flow

[Hook]
They shook they shook
Spoiled milk is shook
Fresh Oj on top cause we the real crooks
You ain't a threat
Will grab you by the throat
And make sure to leave no room for growth
Unh
They shook they shook
Spoiled milk is shook
Fresh Oj on top cause we the real crooks
You ain't a threat
Will grab you by the throat
And make sure to leave no room for growth

[Java]
I scot scrap you shacks
Bricks to sticks I rip back to back
Goin tip to tat I attack your raps
Leave you, face first in the dirt no mercy
You ain't worth it you clits can't hurt me
Them sound like fighting words
Because I'm lightyears
A light appears of my peers a nightmare Im right here
You might say I'm nice on the mic and spit with a caliber quite rare
40 caliber right there
I'm H-O double T E-R than all of y'all combined
My 9mm rhymes fly through enemy lines
You can stand by and find I'm a lyrical land mine
I'm skinned deep like a tan line
Try to catch up with my flow just know your a damn fried
Get fried with your hands tied
I'm a force to be reckoned with
One man weapon who you reckoning with
You can get the medic in medicine
And you can credit the death of any instrumental you put in front of me
This is fun to me
Yo I dont have to when I'm Hungry
You looking at me like you wanna beef
I'm look at you like you got something in your teeth
Which just means that I think your crazy
For thinking you can go mono e mono and face to face with me
No I did not studder
Neither or did you hear me mutter
I'll have you back stroking in a blood filled puddle
Of your blood still dripping in a blood filled bubble
No Worries, cause I'm a pull it off real subtle
And I'm Troubled
You ain't really gotta ask
A Cold killer a mast
A massacre to the max
A hockey mask and forty oz bottle of Jack
And that's enough wondering if you under attack

[Hook]