House Of Krazees - Pig Skinnas [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: R.O.C]
Poor little pig, I'm bout to peel your cap
Too much talking shit got you chained up in the back
Sneak attack, time to make a ham sandwich, little snitch
Ain't nothing but a punk ass snitch
But the only good cop is a dead cop
So I'm gonna swing my knife and let their head drop
But the beat won't stop till I grab my pork chops
And I might go on a mad savage honk stomp, nigga

[Hook]
Cause I'm a pig skinna
Cops ain't shit to me
Call me a pig skinna
Cops ain't shit to me
(Motherfucker)
Call me a pig skinna
Cops ain't shit to me
Call me a pig skinna
Cops ain't shit to me

[Verse 2: Hektic]
Cops ain't shit to me
But a bunch of harassment, cold blood
Will get your motherfuckin ass kicked
Pig skinna, grave digga, more like head nigga in charge
Cop killa at large
I'm no joke so don't provoke
Im not so be slept on
Catch you slippin in a squad car
And it's time to get crept on
911 is a joke is was I heard
So I come blastin with a Mossberg
Boom-boom-boom
I'm leavin suckas in shell shock
I got a taste for pig, I'm eatin cops like ham hocks
Cuff me, stuff me, but don't get rough see
I'm down with the asylum in the home of the Krazees
No love for the boys in blue
Have a coffee and a donut and I'll poison you
We're back on the real deal
I packs the chrome still
For wackin you punk pigs who wills to act ill 
This is like a lesson, I keep you suckas informed
I'm stormin like tornadoes so you better be warned
Krazee muthafucka, not like shit that you've ever seen 
I gassed the whole joint and burnt the precinct
Fuck with me, you picked the wrong nigga 
Better watch your back for the straight up pig skinna 

[Hook]
 
[Verse 3: R.O.C]
5-0: I come, I creep, you sleep, I kill
In my wheel, harass my black ass for carryin steel
Call my crews, your crews, they snooze
They go pop, I grasshop for the fence
They can't stop, they can't stop
Down the alley way, I'm cornered like a fuckin rat
I don't resist arrest: handcuffed and packed in the back
On my way to the station, what they don't know won't hurt
To each first, get [?]
Cause the pigs: they're jerks
Stop at the station to escort me in 
E.X.P put the sons of bitches in a known wing
Bitches on his way would catch a waiting door
I gotta go out to the switch
All the others now know, they know
So here we go again
And again the sirens they roar
So we float to the [?] just to even the score
Up the stairs run, run, hurry, run
I picked up the troops
About to get loose up in your ass
Whoop
There it is, for the Nine Tray 
I'm a pig skinna and I live and I die today

[Hook]