H.C.P. - King [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Leeon and HCP]
Get the fan, get the fan
You're on
Awww, we lost that dope-ass intro with Erik
Shut, the fuck up Erik


[Verse 1: HCP]
Sit down, I'm the motherfucking king
Weed so loud it's making my ears ring
Fuck you bitch, ya you're stunting
I had a fucking dream like Martin Luther King
Hand me a fatty, and watch me rip this
Hand me a track and watch me spit this
Shit's lit, motherfucking vicious, this shit's the motherfucking business, 300 mistress
Broke me out of prison
You know, the god has fucking risen
I know you're dead, cause bitch I'm the mortician
Transition with precision
Infinite ammunition
Devastating demolition
Count the dead rappers and report to the statistician
Hard like long division
You weak like malnutrition
I have a proposition
Just sit the fuck down
But not on my throne cause I have the fucking crown
Placed on my head like that shit your bitch gave me
20 minutes later she looked like she got rabies
Got my strap on, so you're dancing on daisies
Firepower like the motherfucking navy, purple hazy, got me feeling crazy
And fuck Tom Brady
That motherfucker's shady
But he's the one rolling Mercedes
Trynna get rich
Gettin' gold like a gate bridge
Fuck with yay but less than Stitches
Penthouses in Miami
Girls with no panties
And they all think I'm fancy, like Bruce Wayne
But I'm not a vigilante
Fuck the reds, and Cincinnati, come at me
But I'm low-key strapped G
They call me "The Baddest MC", on a killing spree
The future I for see
Most think my lines are pretty gutsy
But I know, I got that top seat
Shaking this shit up fucking Yahtzee
I won the spelling bee:
You got HIV
I got a P.h.D
Chilling DMZ
2400 on my SAT
Killing like the KGB
And fuck the GOP