Jiaer Lavon - Squad (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Intro: Jiaer Lavon)
Yup. (laughter)
THIS THE REMIX!

[Hook - Jiaer Lavon]
Them niggas lacking in the field man
Adjust ya' hat or you'll get peeled back
You in Chiraq boy we don't play with that
No scrappin' boy, the strap can get you killed fam
I said oh my,fucking, God!
These girlies love a nigga squad
I said, oh my fucking, God!
CUZ I'm, who these niggas hating and bitches wanna be dating, I got 'em poser relating on my squad!

Verse 1 - Savii:
(Verse not given)

[Hook - Jiaer Lavon]

Verse 2 - Wiley Devon:
P-P-PAUSE
I got a 22 on my draws
I pop six 6 shots
No cop, won't stop
Till the barrel of the Glock dissolves
What the fuck is beef? You fuck niggas ain't finna fuck wit me
Ya got nothin but snakes in ya company, but you claim that you love the streets
Any kat that ain't dumb could see
I'm a halfrican assasin from the rocktown
You faggots gassin, when im passin put the Glock down
Or you'll be lackin in traffic and hear that 'pop' sound
I'm talkin hollow tips homie, yeah them hot rounds
Jesus please help me cope wit my demons
You fuck wit my squad then a young nigga squeezin
Leave a fuck nigga bleedin
For the cut or the treason
And if im in Bucktown i get buck for no reason
Ridin by and
I ain't slidin dimes
Baggin up a gram that's my 9 to 5
I got the fire in my eyes
Movin line for line
And from the Rock to the Chi boy i grind for mine
IL-est in this bitch better call the law
I got dawgs in the parks and they all go hard
If we catch em in the yard
Squad on squad
If we catch em in the yard
It's a squad on squad!

Verse 3 - C.2 Fresh:
Kicking it with my squad like bruce lee
Getting moneys is known as my J-o-b
Its crazy how we kill it daily going to the top
Opportunity knocks, like a bomb we will drop
Just watch, right on time like a clock
Yeah I bring the heat and I ain't talking no Lebron
Flame on, yes we are fantastic
I'm lyrically gifted, never had no practice
Yeah the haters suck just like a vacuum
Yeah u kno we get it cracking
Our squad deep and we never lacking
(Our squad is deep and we never lacking)
Getting it done and 'bout it
Real niggas around me
I said real niggas surround me and I stay fresh like bounty
Money's all that we counting
Yeah I got bars like county
Numbers all in my head you can call me an accountant
C.2 Fresh is on it, yeah I'm all about my racks
Shooting shots like Steve Nash
I'm with my Squad get peeled back!

[Hook - Jiaer Lavon & Cockii]

Verse 4 - Cockii:
On the seen getting green, got a nigga at his peek
Got a nigga catching fire like lebron on the Heat
Cause these niggas they be thinking that I'm lying on the beat
Until a youning gotta go and drop a line on the beat
Man they lie in these streets
Man these niggas they haten on me, its clearly to see
Put it on paper to read
These features they come with a fee unless u part of the squad, and the family
Real niggas and Young niggas who get cash know cash rule
Yo main chick wanna give me neck cause cause she know I'm that dude
She said come over to the crib, and let her go nuts for my cashews, I said yeah only if the team hit, she said "yeah, you can hit and the squad too!"
They asking questions, talking about the singing thing
Niggas showed me the ropes, let's say I learned the ring of things
I play smarter then these niggas I'll prove it to you
I let this bring around my barrel hula hoop you
But it ain't time to shoot u, cause you ain't fucking with me
You little boys with toys trying to tussle with me
You a fucking sissy, you trying to piss me off
Small fries get dunked in the dipping sauce , SQUAD!

Pre-Hook - Jiaer Lavon:
These niggas lackin' in the field man.....

Verse 5 - Hashius Clay:
(Woo, woo!)
Start the verse wit some hot / cuz i go harder than crack rock / fireworks light the whole block / if you a track star get get ya leg popped / fto dont fuck wit opps / and real niggas never talk to cops / see 12 and we change the subject / no twitter thuggin / see me in public / bout the beef / no lunch meat / for breakfast i ate the beat / real gs don't ever creep / broad day cuz this shit sweet / trap a lot / free guwop / and in a couple days / they gon free hot / free marlo he a real hitta / a couple bands / getchu missin nigga / about my money / like a brinx truck / i got the hot hand / so just try ya luck / need the commas / like a grammar check / finesse a bitch / for some free neck / can't trust niggas / im paranoid / strapped up and don't got a foid / smoke strong / im on steroid / and yo bitch shake it like a polaroid!

Verse 6 - Wornsockz:
Okay now it's my turn
Haters get cut off, like side burns
& if they mess with me they'll learn
Don't fuck with me, having drinking they're urine...
(are you serious?) did I say that?
Running this game like a running back
Hating ass nigga, fuck around and get sacked
Money real swole, thats why my pockets real fat like WOO!
I tell em... Go hard, no concrete
I promote the peace call me Ghandi
I got two girls and they're siamese
I said man I go to work
And your girl say I'm a flirt
And yeah, I live in Illinois but Delaware is still my turf, yeah
All I talk is money but I'm all about my business
Straight killing beats around me, make sure there is no witness
(Wornsockz and Jiaer Lavon)
I got a few haters I got marked on my hitlist
Money knocking at the door and I'm never asking who is it...
(Igh!)

[Hook - Jiaer Lavon]

Verse 7 - Jiaer Lavon:
If we catch em lackin I'ma re-up
I'm not a thug but the niggas around me are..
I call Jay Young and get yo ass gone
Get ya ass whacked with the muh fuckin drum like ratta tat tat
And niggas don't know how the Fuck I do that, when I switch my flow and I keep it moving
Tell a nigga move back if it ain't about the green hoes see me in the scene they be like who that?
Bitch I'm me, and I'm all about that tax and spitting facts
While them niggas steady fibbing in their raps, that's a fact, lil nigga bag back
You don't want problems with me
Whether with raps or out in these streets
I am not hood but but my niggas they be
See I lived in the hood I.was young as can be, but I moved off them streets with my family tree
I'm robbing yo bitch straight up outta yo sheets
Get outta space man get outta my league
You a coward to bulls man you don't won't this beef
GODDAMN!