Grip Grand - Mr. Versatility [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:
They call me Mr. Versatility—I work with all styles
It ain’t all good in Broakland, it hurts when I smile
This is the best shit you heard in a while
So turn your radio up
And tell your lady don’t fuck with the dial
I’m certain that y’all gon’ get every person involved
The Mack Movement! Apostles like Peter and Paul
When heaters are drawn, we beef and won’t leave it alone
We try to keep the peace, but meet up on the streets and it’s on!
So you can rap ‘til you blue in the grill
But I be doin’ it and doin’ it well like LL
I don’t do it for mail
Do it for love and the dudes in the jails
Who can’t do it ‘cuz they doin’ time glued to they cells
(Church!)
I don’t go to…God, what you done for me?
Everywhere I look, people die, people hun-g-ry
This is the R.L. charity fund
Send me your money—every thief doesn’t carry a gun
But I spit!

(Chorus)

Verse 2:
I keep a pencil by my pillow, writin’ jams in my sleep
A cool cat, nine lives, always land on my feet!
This is the New Rap Testament. Check it and see!
I’d be surprised if you were nice, but they expect it from me
I got that bam-bam Sister Nancy in the pantry
And my girl’s on the plane bringin’ weed in her panties
I guess I’m Mr. Personality, a man of the folks—
Unless they got a lotta dough…then I can’t stand ‘em—I’m broke!
And if they don’t play Grand Grip, dis the DJ!
My team show and prove like an instant replay!
Tryin’ to be Grip? It’s so easy!
Give away all your shit, call your job and quit
And take a loss! No profit to make! Tryin’ to bake
Up a way to break out like a file in a cake
I’m up late at night lyin’ awake
Until I finally say
“This is the day they gonna finally pay!”
When I spit…

(Chorus)