Jason Madison - FIXIE [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse: Jason Madison]

I was ridin down the shaw one day when it hit me
'Man, Gas high as fuck, why don't you cop yourself a Fixie?'
Shit, I was thinking the same thing
Tryna fuckin maintain, and still stay in the the game
Dang, I don't wanna be the one to complain
But instead of coppin chains, I rather grab me a frame, mane
They sayin I'm bout to Lu-Pe out the game
But Fixies don't Kick, They Push right into frame
Got a tattoo of my name and pictures in her folder
Sayin I'm the one, these old niggas is toasted
I'm boastin, ridin with my locs on, posted
Right there on Pico, might get me a taco
Compton Swapmeet, might grab me some khakis
Prolly hit the function, go grab me a baddie
Ridin thru the traffic, bitches gettin at me
I'm callin this a classic, add it to my stat sheet

[Hook: Jason Madison & Mibbs]
I'm ridin on my Fixie, sittin at the light
Twistin up the weed and I'm chillin on my bike
I'm just ridin on my Fixie
Fixie, Fixie
Ridin on my Fixie
Fixie, Fixie
Pushin thru the city and I'm switchin the lanes
I Got my chucks and my dickies
And the bike with the chain
I'm just ridin on my Fixie
Fixie, Fixie
Ri-ridin on my Fixie
Fixie, Fixie

[Verse 2: Jason Madison]
Oh My God he is the man, so you prolly understand
Why this beat is hittin harder than Tsunami's in Japan
RIP to Nate Do-Double G, he was a West Coast legend
Had west coast presence
My bay girl bag it, send me west coast presents
*sniffs* Damn, and it smell like heaven
Through the streets of LA where the trees is almost legal
And I'm ridin on my fixie wit a whole gang of people

[Hook: Jason Madison & Mibbs]
I'm ridin on my Fixie, sittin at the light
Twistin up the weed and I'm chillin on my bike
I'm just ridin on my Fixie
Fixie, Fixie
Ridin on my Fixie
Fixie, Fixie
Pushin thru the city and I'm switchin the lanes
I Got my chucks and my dickies
And the bike with the chain
I'm just ridin on my Fixie
Fixie, Fixie
Ri-Ridin on my Fixie
Fixie, Fixie

[verse 3: Mibbs]
Ok
Good Morning , it's 12:30, hella every
My shoes scuffed, my palms sweaty, my nails dirty
No helmet when I ride mama, don't worry
As far as rap, I'm the number on your Rose jersey
On the road swerving
My homie Jeff pimped the wranglers wit the blown Derby
Like a hipster downtown, doin tricks
Chuckin deuces at you suckas
No I dont do cabs and I never fuck wit buses, I'm disgusted
On my Fixie, ridin on some other shit
Last time we hit Sunset, I got a busted lip
Fuck this shit, this is how we do every night
Spend our whole life rollin thru red lights
Blue and Red bike, call it banging on wax
Bout to cop the all black, still debating on that
Don't ask me if I thrash, nigga I don't skate
But my shit don't stop, I ain't got no brakes, I'm just