Juss Kev - We Run This WCS Remix [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Juss Kev]

Uh, I’m so lyricalifornia
Somebody shoulda warned ya
Before I came and swarmed up
Into the game, Took the fame and I torn up
All of these lames, What a shame where’s the coroner
Touring ta all these different places I’m a foreigner
Shore enough I'mma reach the top and keep on soaring up
Niggas say it’s too hot I’m just barely warming up
They say you’re ill it’s pure skill bitch more than luck
Got a bad lil chick and she sure to fuck
While we sipping on grey goose and you’re the duck
Yeah that was a little jokie
Bad chick Sophie in and out her legs man I’m playing hokey pokey
I’m balling like Stokely
I deserve a trophy for killing all these dope beats
Every single quote we spoke be genius
That’s why she won’t leave she’s on the penis
Yeah you know she jockin me
Probably cause how I rock the beat
Dropping all these prophesies feeling like I am Socrates
Coppin these properties like Monopoly
Obviously you obsolete
Drop the beat and get off of me

*We run this west coast shit * [Repeats in reverse]

[Hook]

We run this west coast shit
And if you don’t know
We run this west coast
Ain’t nothing gonna stop this flow no
We run this west coast
And if you can’t believe
We run this west coast
Don’t ask nobody ask me

[Verse 2: Stig]

Round 2 yeah, We’re back with another one
Every battle I get into man I have a ton of fun
Tryna be tough but you’re sweeter than a cinnabon
Stig not Larry the cable guy but I Git R Done
Ya feel me tho, I don’t stop it till I kill it bro
West Coast livin big chillin like a grill with no coals
Go like a knock on a mission
Us against yall kinda like a dog vs. a kitten
The game without me is like a mall with no bitches
A contact with no digits
A cavity with no dentist
Ya dig, We’re packing more metal than a fuckin big rig
Smoke ya like a cig at ya head like a wig it’s Stig
Lil Heze, Johnell and Half Dead
With that said step aside and show a lil respect
Either that or get treated like a football during kickoff
Yo shit’s soft it’s probably yall fault you’re living pissed off
Keep my name in your mouth I’ll rip your lips off
You understand me bitch, West Coast we run this shit yall

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Half Dead]

I think street like my brain’s on the blacktop
We run this West Coast shit California mascots
It’s my turn you failed you niggas had shots
I’m just keeping it PI like Matlock
I get it in dividends I’m spendin them
Rocks in my chains the same size as M&M’s
Mr. Half I’m sav just like I’m Indian
Niggas rap hard you fags is so feminine
You niggas minimum breakin the max
You wack niggas stole rap now I’m takin it back
West Coast where all the fine ladies is at
These bitches gettin dug out like the wait in the back
Lacin the track facing the facts
That I’m the hardest rapper out give my statement to rap
I ain’t a rap mothafuckers but I stay in the trap
Fuck a 20 dollar bill I’ll take my payment in racks nigga

[Hook]