G-Scott - No More [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse 1)
Short nigga balled I'm Krillin
Assemble the dragonballs wish for some millions/
And all we get left here with stove pots and kitchens/
Finessing and juugin a broke niggas mission/
We trying to get rich I mean rich as a bitch I mean
Persian light skinneded milk chocolate chicks/
Ride chrome on the whips
Throw leather and woods in the mix then poe up a 4 in a split/
Like never forget girl
Bitch who you with?/
Ride four nine to 5th
Pick up a 5th/
Then sip in the whip, praying police's don't trip/
We could get pulled over, tragically crash/
And I was just trying to go get me some ass/
Love a bitch fuck a bitch heard neither last/
No matter who comes 1st the other one lacks/
This shit was all good just a week ago/
Back when I rapped all my weaker flows/
Smoking on the loud with the speakers low/
Loner in crowd's where the speakers blown/
Strobe lights flash in the rearview/
Gone nigga thoughts they don't hear you/
Staring at the water ocean clear blue
Tell a bitch nigga better get a clue/
If you wanna roll with a winner bout cold as winter better pray you bout that life tonight/
Halo rims and angel wings I'm floating like satellite oh/
She tell me lies cause subconsciously i don't want to know/
So for the moment
Ride it roll it
Ride it roll it smoke/

(Chorus)
I been working i been raging i been rolling for a week/
After party to the party meet me in the swisher suite/
I got that fire got that fire baby tell me what you need/
Got one night up in your city make me never wanna leave yeah/

She don't really want to be a nigga side bitch no more/
Say she rather play the field than the sideline no more
But I'm all out of fucks I don't really give no more/
No more
No more
No more
No more

(Verse 2)
6am in the city of angels/
Pussy practice trigonometry she try any angle/
Let me film a motion picture swear the pussy fandango/
Tried to trick me into saving her she tried to finagle/
But I'm too finute for Mrs Dr Seuss/
Telling tall tales that's an Aesop fable/
Off a tab of lucy and a xan to boost me/
Trying to free my mind my mental Lil Boosie/
Screaming let me out but/
All you ever do is let me down/
I dive in then you let me drown
I can't float still I smoke a pound/
I'm so high/
I been gone for minute/
Baby lose your clothes bare your soul for a minute/
We gone need a hour that's Dior in the denim/
Stay in Long Beach that's a long way from Indy/
But them jeans how you fit em/
Got me almost reconsidering the bullshit you be spittin/
Every nigga rolling good prolly hitting i dont get it/
Got designer in the linen while you rolling off a pill/
And though that shit is not appealing swear I love the way its feeling right now/
But I'm back in Vegas/
Same ol kid with a pack of vegas/
Playing street fighter you know Blanka, Vega/
Order room service tell her tip the waiter/
Lately fuck the patience cause I'm tired of waiting/
We done danced with Gods and had some words with Satan/
Roll the valley up until we tally up how many bad bitches we done left here waiting/
Quit the trippin pimpin it's a celebration/
While the worlds on fire/
Roll the fire blaze it/
Bitches step in crib like sororities haze in/
Cause I love to hate you when you eyes are asian/

(Chorus)