Horseshoe G.A.N.G - Watch Ya Mouth [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Julius Luciano]
Yo, we got Day One on the track…
This is real shit…
Watch Ya Mouth!

[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]
Niggas see the tool and ask why chrome is on me
Cause I mimic number two and Y chromosome, see
I was only twelve when my older brother Matt
Had me holdin' on a strap, told me how to load it well and
I ain't known to fail man, never put Perish in my name
In the same sentence, I ain't Tony Shelman
I'm a Gangsta MC, wear Glocks in the booth
The heir to Pac is my crew
The West Coast is drowning, no pair of goggles to view
The game need a Crooked I (eye) to see straight, homie that’s the paradox of the truth
Then give it glasses, put shoes on it
Make ya dynamic, homie improve on it
The West need our flow
Tell me whats West without WE-and-S-T-R-O
Test me y'all know them choppas out
You better watch ya mouth
You better watch ya mouth

[Hook: Julius Luciano]
My niggas don’t bang no gang (We bout money!)
But my niggas don’t play no games (Ain't shit funny!)
And my niggas will spray those thangs (What?!)
Better watch ya mouth
You better watch ya mouth
On the search M-O-N-E (Y!)
Cause its called the Currency-Over-B (The COB!)
Never speak on my team (What?!)
Better watch ya mouth
You better watch ya mouth

[Verse 2: Demetrius Capone]
Ayo we ride til he die, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I'm a mothafuckin' mobsta, rah-rah-rah
Got the mothafuckin' Glock and the semi
For any nigga trynna slow my guap up
Fuck that, all you old cats trynna stop us
Duck fast, nigga brrraaht til the cops come
See it’s a massacre, brains splattered the passenger
Nigga now your thoughts ridin' shotgun
Internet killed the video star, now we
Digital stars, chillin' wit broads in Maui
Whippin' in cars, niggas is dippin' in Audis
We finna go hard and finna bogard in Cali
Do what the hook talking bout
Before I knock ya Cycloptic, how?
I sock ya right socket, 'til ya optic poppin' out
And hangin' in front of ya face, watch ya mouth

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kenny Siegel]
You better watch your step, you better rock a vest
You better hide, better slide, better cop a tech
And haters better be cautious when in this state of mine
And lay with nines
I ride with in this state of mind
If you pop off, then its gon' pop off
Niggas’ll give it up as if they Times Square
Robot, take my top off and blow your top off
Fold a mothafucka like a lawn chair
Now tell me why these niggas all up in our biz like shrinks
Why pigs want us sittin' in the pen like ink
Should treat em like a mattress and have em covered with white sheets
Quicker than some lens might blink
Ain't got time to lay, sleep, not even daydream
I gotta make cream, cause I'm a cake fiend
Just like recoverin' addicts, I gotta stay clean
Above y'all like attics, the top regime

[Hook](x2)