Jay Rock - Supplier Man [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[Hook]

I'm the supplier man
I'm the supplier man
I got that fire I promise
I get you higher come and holla
When you spark it up it's gonna push you out
And if you try to play me I'ma put you out

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Ain't nobody fucking with me man
Nick bags, dime bags, [?] bags, gone fast, quick cash
I'm the supplier get you higher fast
Five-O patting us down now, we gotta stash stacks
My caine you can't match that
Multiple rocks up in my knapsack
Beam on my black gat
You see me on the corner don't be scared to ask that
Don't be surprised when I ask you where my cash at
Them girls wearing them jeans that show their buttcrack
My bitch ain't wear that, why, that's where my straps at
I put the smash down, no ain't even get [?]
I catch you with the cheques you headed for a downtrap
Fiends remember my name
And I keep it the same
From January to December I do pure caine
So just slide up your thing
Please bring me your bullets
I'm the supplier man
[?]

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Jay Rock]
They call me Jay R but I ain't the Birdman Junior
Rolling up spliffs by the zone guess [?]
I'm so sharp like a harpoon
Shirt animated something like a cartoon
I got that water resin silver spoon
Here to hang your neck and hear different tunes
That's what that sherm will do
Setting up shop like a carnival
Got more bombs than the army fool
That pretty arm salute
We got that snow in the sunny state
We be chopping rocks on so long, 'till our hands ache
We got connects in another state
We sniff lines here's another plate
Just have your fun today
When you grind hard watch dreams come true
If you ever try to play me baby hit you with that [?] baby
Have you in a box like two pairs of shoes
With no chest, shouldn't have played yourself

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Unknown]
This some Cadillac pimpin'
Cooking coke in the kitchen
That judge still want me to stop, I won't listen
Hoes still hot on the block, I'm still pitchin'
White gold all on the watch, cause I'm pimpin'
Something you seen in magazines, so clean
I live my sex life [?]
Boys keep it calm you know my cup full of lean
I play that game by myself, I don't need no team
Yeah I know I'm cocky
Enemies wanna drop me
[?] straight to the top, you can't stop me
Plus I put the pipe in your neck, you can't knock me
Hustle everyday in the streets, 'till cops pop me
See you all running when I'm pulling that TEC out
Say you want beef, well I'll show you what Bo's 'bout
I'm from these streets, so I'll travel the next route
The homies out deep, and they sticking their chests out

[Hook]