Juicy J - Talkin' Bout [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Juicy J]
Swaggeroni, Trippy niggas, let's get ratchet

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J x2]
I'm loading up and I'm riding out, they talking shit but they hiding out
Real niggas know what I'm talking 'bout
I'm loading up and I'm riding out, they talking shit but they hiding out
Real niggas know what I'm talking 'bout

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Rack after rack, I got the sack
Geeked up off beans, pack after pack
Stay with the nina, 2 cups and a zip
Juicy don't fight, I just empty them clips
Blowing like cash, high off the gas
Pay 20 stacks and they run up and blast
Next time you see him this face on the shirt
Next time car he ride in, stretch limo hearse
See why you niggas mad nigga, that to me you so cash nigga
Stuffed in a Louis bag nigga, Juicy J be that nigga
Big bag of that stank killer, codeine in my drink killer
Mostly niggas be lying saying they is but ain't killers
Nigga wanna play with me, I'mma break him off
Give my young'ns, they'll do it, I'mma bring 'em off
They gon' get on your ass then they flying taking off
Nigga we gon' take a life before we take a loss

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
My diamonds sing like Ray J homie, every day’s a payday
Rolling up that KK, now it’s going down like mayday
All my niggas be chilling, stacking money to the ceiling
Used to smoking out the parking lot, now we owning a building oh
Used to tell niggas I was gon' here but they ain't really understand
Now they see me in that brand new 'Rari and start to think I'm the man
Now my jeans cost a grand, now my shows fill the stands
Now they see that I'm balling cause of how they bring in them bands, ooh
Now when niggas be touring, now my money be foreign
All my niggas be scoring, section very important
I'm caking up, you faking up, I'm rolling weed when I'm waking up
Instead of talking shit and try to hate on us, just grab a joint and come bake with us

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Look, okay, okay, front page, I'm on the news, nigga call me a dropout
Real nigga, 100, never needing no copout
Diamonds on my chain just pop off, you already know what I'm 'bout
Got bad bitches from overseas but I need a big ass from the south
Look at us, we made it, bottles up in the air now
25 racks a night, give a fuck about sweating your hair out
Getting trippy man with some frisky things, I am the shit and you niggas anus
If I mention y'all I'mma make you famous, but you still ain't nothing, I'm stainless
We famous, anything you want right now, baby girl just name it
And I'mma get real deep in the pussy, the number one nigga, ain't no need for replacement
Getting in my spaceship, I'm high as a bitch, fly as a bitch
Okay Juicy J and Wiz, every day we do this shit

[Chorus]