G-Unit - Pump Pump Freestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]: Loyd Banks

80's baby, product of the era with the stem
On record, don’t need no rep from no rapper, and that from them
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Winnin’, you neva lost, dumb nigga, you lack within
Corny nigga's shakin’ in they slims on live radio
Kill ‘em on my lonely corny 45 rape me flow
The four feet Louie sneaks with the navy sole
Phone tapped for three weeks, so icy made my lady cold
Uh! I’m kickin’ bitches out with style
Neva talk to pillows, keep my business out the crowd
---[ ?]---hit the strippers with a thou’ like, BOW! Check out my
Playa lifestyle
[And though I mean it call don’t quit]?, don’t got to say it twice now
I hit the ink and drop it down, you can't even bring my lights down
Ain’t nobody seein’ me, all I see is opportunity
Pain, power and passion, pourin’ out me since puberty
Aye, yo, you don’t want the glory? [ ? ] my community
Flyin’ border you saw me, shawty with all of my jewellery
Callin’ me usually, 40 ‘s go to the family, yo
Somethin’ in the water, goons will kill you for a cameo
Where the money go, where can’t he go. Understand me though
Bunch of models up, he got everyone on your camera roll

[Verse 2]: Tony Yayo
I’m in the club, got them killa' niggas with me
I need 50… bottles, 50 models as thick as Nicki
Southside in the club with me
And my nigga Kidd Kidd got the twin 50's
The S5-50, the 20-14, wanted a drug dealer car since the age of 14
Flee the scene, came birdie and from Beantown
Got the beam on the strap when I swing round
DaVinci down, my belt H-Town
Hermed shit, hold the tray down
I used to move work on a greyhound
In an Amtrak, my mule ass fat , 62 all up in the ass crack
I flipped that, then I call my connect back
My baby gotta eat, I need Similac
Make a movie with the Pryex, Cinemax

[Verse 3]: Young Buck
Fuck what I been through, yeah I’m goin’ through it, and no-one do it better though
And everything in my past, I had to let it go
From my arrest raids up until my essays
Let’s just say my nigga', my debt's paid
There's one stage and one mic
But the money still green and the bricks white
Check in muthafuckers while I take flight
I never seen nothin' money can't make right
No manager, been managing my own
Nanna callin’ my phone and the damage is gone
This shit crazy, too late cuz the camera’s on
This shit amazing, rappers get the stamina goin'
You get the line? Talkin’ bout the shells that they buyin’
And the jets that they flyin’, he ain’t neva got a dime like me
The East side is who you need to be, cuz the outside ain’t you and the partner we see

[Verse 4]: Kidd Kidd
Look, starin' at the haters, Ray-Ban lasers
Better off cuttin' your hair if you're tryin' to fade us
All kinds of gators, flavor's not related
Your girl want it now, Banks' will do her later



[Verse 5]: Lloyd Banks

Verse 6]: Tony Yayo