Jean Grae - Spittin' Bars [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Wykonawca: Jean Grae
Album: Bootleg of the Bootleg EP
Gatunek: Rap

Tekst piosenki

[The Bad Seed]
No doubt
So what's what
Know what I'm saying
Niggas is eye-spooning
Niggas got a lot of problems right now
But let me tell you something
? got gunned down with two nines, two nines
I'm glad that nigga's lying on his back
I'm glad that nigga dead
So it's official now
This that official shit right here
Making motherfucking records
We 'bout to get rowdy up in here
We 'bout to put your hands out like back in the day

[Verse 1: The Bad Seed]
Fortunately, my life's much different from flossing 50s
Peace to my sister drink out the same faucet with me
Born and raised in the ghetto, moved out, still ghetto
Even outside the ghetto, I still feel ghetto
Peace to niggas who steal whips that bust they steel ghetto
And all outlaws be on the train, real ghetto
From BK to wherever you at, you transmitting
For the real niggas, 730s being advanced ?
Unorthodox like Sam Fisher
In a fight, my hands glisten, golden, fuck that 2-5 you holding
Smack a double vision like Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen
? can't fuck around or fiddle with this
? started a war
Put you in the middle of this, whoever is a witness
If they run, hit them with this ?
Light vanilla dutches, break your leg, sell your crutches
You ain't never sold no crack, you gets no dap
You at your mom's smoking dope, eyes closed, open them
? like the Poconos
Got the brother thinking that you wildin' out ?
Ain't work out how you was hoping though
See through your broken flow, ? you ain't know
See the world through the side of my eyes, I see it
The difference is, y'all niggas talk about it while I be it
? , never beat it
I dick your girl out, watch her sweat her curls out
Blow her whole world out, in a home girl's house
Put the toast to her mouth, tell her take the pearls out
Hand the ice over, tear her up when the heist is over
? night's over
Party over, pass the L, hand the Bacardi over
Amazing the disses a double barrel shotty throw ya

[Hook: ? & Jean Grae]
We spit bars of pure hell
Broke, poor rock ice with jewels
Still, don't equal what you sell
Life, we see through your crew's tales
News flash, pay your dues, ya crew's gas
Splash, fuck who's live and who's ass
Yo, we spit bars of pure hell
Yo, we spit bars of pure hell

[Verse 2: Pumpkinhead]
Pistol popper, opera phantom, ??non stopper??
I ran Contra , jungle guerrilla getting scrilla
Cop killer death rap, you want to test Black
I'll put your head in the ground, y'all is battery packed
Getting feminine pounds, four rounds of loud sounds
Astounds crowd ? to make them bow down
I hold the crown with a jewel encrusted in my left wrist
Rhyme death wish, restless, get the message?
I'm like a poisonous scorpion from the desert
Estimated time of death in five seconds
? divine presence
I got the glow of the sun, number one
The gat talk ? , so run
Sipping tequila and rum
Leaving you numb, I got no words, I got gats slapping your gums
I'm just flashing them guns, make you cash in your funds
Give it up or get stuck, I ain't asking you, son
I'm telling you, propelling you when it's time to rock
My rhyme is ? make your body do a bunny hop
You can't slow me ?, I'm too hot
Like the taste of ?, stab your right arm like a flu shot
You pussy happy rappers, fronting Big Will's stature
Dancing in videos like it don't matter
Your bones shatter, kamikaze chrome clapper
Yo, I got no time for laughter
Now, I'm about to close the chapter, nigga
Original Blunted, Dutch masters, riding 'til the day after
We riding 'til the day after, spittin' bars of pure hell

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Jean Grae]
Jean Grae, make you chop your throat, switch your pitch up
I roll ? so take your man, smack your bitch up
Yakuza's the hit, motherfuckers, this a stick up
And leave niggas ? with their dick up
Fuck it the catch phrase, ? cash pays
Smoke from ashtrays, tote for last days
Choke you with both chains, slice with sharp blades
The fuck, no strings, no exchanging last names
I live a lush life, shot drinking with the knife
Catch me at the bar sloppy drunk on all nights
? spit precise, hot game, with no dice
Stay chill and plain while these hoes blow for ice
Low price chicks ? dick ?
Gotta call the Lord for 'em, bring the sword for 'em, slice twice
One through the heart, one through the brain
One strictly for the pleasure, one for pain
Remain on top, I'm like a smacked vein on top
Drug is rhymes, watch the way I'm doing these lines
The crew does crimes, your bloody hands keep mine clean
Play the black, rather be the brains plotting the scheme
Drop your team six feet in the ground, you getting ambushed
Guerrillas attack from Japan to Flatbush
Worldwide, hotter than the drug your man pushed
News flash, nigga, fuck another damn hook

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