Juvenile - G-Code [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Ziggler the Wigglar:
Nigga we goin all the way with this shit
I'm back in the motherfuckin saddle with Cash Money Motherfuckin Records
You hoes thought I was down, but I ain't pimp down nigga
Bubba done raised me from the motherfuckin dead nigga
I'm Ziggler the Wigglar, Big Chief Toilet Paper
Clock Clock BLING BLING!
I'm bout to bust yo motherfuckin dome with all this platinum
On my motherfuckin wrist
What you say Fresh?
Them hoes try to walk past me like I ain't shit?
Bitch I got clout!
I run with the best nigga
Niggas done come up from the motherfuckin street
Took 5 dollars, flip that bitch a zillion times
And then made 10 million motherfuckin dollars
Clock Shock Blam LOCKDOWN!
All that other shit ya runnin'
Talkin' bout you gonna light this up
You gonna flame this up
Bitch Cash Money gonna blow this bitch up for the deuce triple O
And I'm a mother fuckin' G nigga cuz the g-code

Mannie:
Thats Real

Ziggler the Wigglar:
Ya live by it Fresh
What?
And you gonna die by this shit nigga
We from the streets
You smell piss in the project hallways
You come outside them children jumpin' off the porch, shitty pampers
You can't get your lil boy to put the garbage out at night
You better get yourself together say
I'm gonna work for somebody who gonna pay me
I ain't got to work hard but I just gotta be there
So if you be there you gonna be took care of
Shoemaker old school
Bubba old school
Fresh the best mother fuckin mixer in the world
Sugar Slim stretchin them hoes out
Them hoes got to go to the GYBO clinic
Slim ain't playin with them hoes
Dookie gonna get his mind right
Turk he tight
Weezy ain't makin it no easier for them hoes
And Juvenile just need to suck on a lemon
Cuz he just awesome
His fuckin' jaw clock clock locked up
Cash Money mother fuckin' records
Multi millionaires, niggas from off the street
Tha block, round the corner that made it
Nigga dun bust all kinda heads
But they dun smooth that shit out
And brought it to another mother fuckin' level nigga

Mannie:
Goodnight
Say goodnight

Ziggler the Wigglar:
And I'm the BIG chief
And I got to say one thing to you
If you wanna holler
Ask for that fuckin Oscar Meyer cuz we on fire
Clock Clock
Thats a wrap

Mannie:
Good night Ziggie

Ziggler the Wigglar:
Goodnight hiroshima shakatokeinackawashi

Mannie:
Say goodnight
Lil Wayne:
I ain't terrified from nuthin'
I'm young wild crazy and disgustin'
Better watch me cuz I'm coming
With a oven by my stomach
I'm scramblin' for the money
Tape ya up like a mummy
Call ya people and tell 'em
I need 50 for this dummy
I'm runnin' hidin' and duckin'
Stuntin' ridin' and thuggin
Dumpin' fire and bustin'
Lovin, lyin' and lustin'
Stealin' killin' and rapin
Runnin' climbin and chasin
Strugglin hustin' to make
Get it got it I take it
Watch ya Chevy mister
Move ya purse miss
Cuz I tote heavy pistols
And man they burst quick
It's too late to hesitate
I was told there'd be better days
But shit that was yesterday
And still I haven't ate
But dog that's how ya labor when ya bein' a thug
These niggas don't seem to feel me till they seein' they blood
Can't hide it though
I represent the 17th Carrollton Hollygrove
That's my G-code

Chorus (Lil Wayne):
Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya Glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit the block and open up
We gon' die by that
(repeat)

Juvenile:
We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls
Foreign properties and pack some menthals
Got us a fire connect and went off
Got jammed with this broad that rent cars
Wasn't tryin' to change the game, just be in it
Didn't give a fuck if we balled for 3 minutes
Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree' tennis
Niggas can't survive the shit that we been in
Jack niggas to get some cheap linen
The ones that refuse we put 'em to sleep in it
Got up in the mornin' for class and play hookie
Some of us is veteran some of 'em stay rookie
Bitch couldn't talk to us if she wasn't fuckin'
Ya either be bout it or look and keep truckin
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code we lived and died by it

Chorus

Juvenile:
If war ever came we held the fort down
Back, slowed up, we switched and sold pound
Stayed on point to make some more green
Get our stash away from dope fiends
Nigga had a habit he supplied his own
Always stay hot cuz we ride with chrome
We kept a little work for the ki's and bones
Crowds draw heat so we be's alone
We learned how to keep our mouth closed and watch
Them other motherfuckers fall off the block
24/7 all around the clock
We hustlin of course in the gamblin spot
We had a chance to stop, we still wasn't ready
Shit kept comin' so we made more fetti
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code we lived and died by it

Chorus x 2