K. Jayz - Don't Get Dumped On [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook - K. Jayz]
I’ll advise you to not get dumped on
So you can live another day, you punk pawn
They really do ride on the West Side
So if you fuck with them, you asking for suicide (3x)

[Verse 1 - Elijah Klaus]
East side to the west, young kids that flex
Chasing dreams, ain’t got time for hoes
Our whole team tryna get that go
Fuck around, get dumped on
Get knocked on, get dumped on
Never talking shit cause I’m ‘bout mine
Better watch your step, cause I got mine
Better watch your step, cause I plant mines
That’s dynamite
You better watch the sight
You better watch your sight
You better get the picture
If a nigga talking shit, I put that choppa to a scripture
I’ll advise that you watch your words
Spitting murderous flow
That’s razor blade to your throat, nigga
I’ll advise that you watch your words
Cause my team be the dopest
If you hear the shit we dropping, we stay bombing
Riding round in my city, all the shit that I’m on
New shit that I’m blasting, Eastside of my town
Westside where I’m blazing, "XvX" be my sound
If you fuck around with my crew, that’s suicide that I’m bringing motherfucker

[Verse 2 - K. Jayz]
As I ride on these bitch ass niggas, I’m only focused on the bigger picture
But I never thought they would never wanna be proficient
They’re too narrow minded to get the fuck out the kitchen
So while I’m worried about my own life to embark
I’m steady watching a bullet fly through your nogging
Kiss your family good-bye, cause you’ll never be walking again

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - K. Jayz]
Put your motherfucking tool away
You don’t really want these niggas to come and spray
With a .44, Uzi, Ak-47 with the banana clip
And don’t forget the Mac-11
Niggas rolling up in low-riders
Now, I’ll ask you again, is you a rider?
Nah, y’all just some wanna be thugs
Messing around with yo’ niggas, tryna have fun
On every single corner
I see girls nowadays tryna get in ‘em drawers
As if the role reversed
Nah, nevermind, that’s just for bitch niggas in skirts
The same ones claiming they ready for action
But if they fuck around, they get divided like a fraction
So I can never ever show sympathy
When I hear synchronized bullets like a symphony

[Hook]

[Verse 4 - Elijah Klaus]
AK, leave you in a body bag
Blood stain, body drags
Accomplish it, but not a sound
No witnesses, new stitches
They killing shit for the lunches
We rookies here, but we munching
You talking loose, think you funny
Synchronized with the shot, that metronome to hit you in your dome
And if you hear the clap, you better run your ass back home
Yeah, we know that it’s your girl, but she was dying to give us dome
A lotta niggas talking “squad”, they be main to be alone
I send my mans right in your home, hit your family with the chrome
While your mom’s still on that phone, you see the sickness in my zone
Hood shit with big wheels, new mac and thick steel
Bad bitch, she too trill
Eastside to the west still
And if I cock it back, then the shit’s real
If I cock it back, then the shit’s real
Heart

[Hook x2]