Juelz Santana - Sho Nuff [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Sho nuff, aight
Y'all niggas know

[Hook]
Am I gettin' money? (Sho nuff)
Am I the meanest? (Sho nuff)
Am I the baddest? (Sho nuff)
Am I the flyest? (Sho nuff)
Who got the illest mojo fo sho 'round this town, me
Yeah I walk that walk, yeah I talk that talk
I'm from grimy ass New York

[Verse 1]
My neck was only built for Cuban links
Diamond chains, the finer things, you know
My wrist was only made for APs
Rollies, what you know about Robert Debeau, ho
Bitch I'm paid, bow when you see me, kiss my J's
Let a nigga try and lift my chain
And it's by little birdie, I clip those wings
You chase chickens, I flip those things
I fucked your baby momma and I ain't kick no game
Pockets on cheesecake all day
Strawberry coke got shortcake
Sold many pounds, feel like I lost weight
Raw work, fiends can't keep they jaw straight
You could run, you could hide, you're not at all safe
Hope you got insurance, I be in all states

[Hook]

Verse 2
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
Get the money, dollar dollar bill y'all
The 40 move everything around me, leaves niggas bloody
Lot of niggas gettin' killed y'all
My clique like the Knicks in my city
Shoot a nigga down, JR Smith in my city
They claimin' that they ‘bout that, I doubt that
Get smoked with the 40-cal loud-pack
I guess this is where the fun stops
Niggas all fake, bust shots
All my bitches ass fat, some butt shots
And if your chick with me she getting butt shots
Niggas getting weirder and weirder
Got me feeling cooler and cooler
Versace belt buckle, big Medusa
I’m the past and the future (think about it)

[Hook]

Verse 3
Ladi dadi, brand new Ferrari
Still got it on me, can’t trust nobody
I put on for my city, you a local clown
It’s over now, I’m here
Don’t call it a comeback, fuck it call it a comeback
And this right here is the grudge match
Muhammed Ali with the jab, these niggas throwin' love taps
Guess I gotta sting niggas to get my buzz back
B, do anything to get my cars back
Payback’s always a must nigga, trust that
My niggas bust, they don’t bust back
My bitches bust and I bust back
Niggas get killed in the line of fire
Dealers go broke tryna ball like suppliers
They all goofballs
And they got fools gold jewels on