Grip Grand - Handle That [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Adlibs)

Chorus:
You got a problem with the squad?
We can handle that!
You got a problem with your broad?
You can handle that!
You wanna come to Broakland?
Dude can handle that!
It ain’t no one but Grip Grand
Who can handle that!
You get to talkin’ all loud?
We can handle that!
You try to walk in our crowd?
We can handle that!
You need a problem fixed?
We can handle that!
It ain’t a problem, bitch
We can handle that!

Verse 1:
We got solutions to your conflict
1-800-CALL GRIP
Any discrepancy, get ‘em all fixed
We need to get a office, need to get us all rich
Potna’, I got cousins in the swamp huntin’ alligators and crawfish!
Plus you’re stuck in Broakland
Motherfuckin’ Broakland
Prob’ly ‘cuz your father and your mother fucked in Broakland
Yo, it’s hard to leave when you’re shackled and locked, like
“30 minutes in the yard, then it’s back in the box!”
So pop your pockets for us, empty ‘em out
God gave me automatic weaponry instead of a mouth
I rap razors! Get ‘em if they not with the team!
The bad tailor—I’ll rip ‘em apart at the seams!
While you pretend to be sick like Ferris Bueller
Grip Grand drop gems like a careless jeweler
I’m the future! Don’t let my appearance fool ‘ya
You don’t wanna get embarrassed, do ya’?

(Chorus)

Verse 2:
I keep on puttin’ all this work in
Phone is steady chirpin…
No, it isn’t mine. I got a beeper, but it’s br-ken
Yo, I mean “it’s broken”, similar to Broakland
Carrots in your grill like you a motherfuckin’ snowman?
I may never have that
But I got a hazardous flow. Your rap is a joke—it should come with a laugh track
I’m nothin’ to laugh at. My style is so amazin’, plus
So much dope, call me angel dust!
It’s dangerous to think you could hang with us
We sit on 50-inch rims, ‘cuz we take the bus
That’s why they call it budget ballin’
But I’m goin’ all in
Runnin’ through your town like a hurricane in New Orleans
I guess you lied if you said you would rock it
Make MCs drop the mic like Sexual Chocolate
Got an obsession with chocolate, Thai stick, and broccoli
You lookin’ for a trick?
Surprise, bitch, it’s not me!

(Chorus)