Kami - Red Rover [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Brian Fresco]

Blunt, sippin lean ridin so slow
Real nigga, never with a broke ho
You bozo's I blow whole O's
Smoke dolo till I'm on the ozone
No dro doe
Save money, Save money be the promo
That bad white ho with a coke nose
That rose gold
That glass jaw nigga never throw stones
That B to the crooked letter I
A to the crooked letter fly
Tell them niggas Fresco
Ride em like a race though
Take doe, save doe, money on the mind
Pussy niggas tryna keep up with the grind
Niggas go broke or they run out of time
Said them niggas dyin over pride
Got me prayin for me brother every night
Before a nigga close eyes
Got em like roll up with no intro
Blunts and liq for my kinfolk
Turned your bitch into a nympho
Nigga google me for my info
Nigga hotboxin that indo
Sittin high but my tint low
Nigga posted up with them same bows, them same hoes
I had to let em go like....

[Verse 2: Kami de Chukwu]
Evil thoughts
Schemes and plots
In a world where angels loved
And demons fought
For your life
For your soul
For your money
For your dreams
For your goals
Where to go?
Like welcome to the dark side, dark side
Where money's the force to your deepest desires
Save Money empire
Strike back
Have em kneelin to the skies
Them cheats and them lies
Liars it's time to battle fear
The war waged on
For a couple million lightyears
I'm tearin through them bright spheres
Those suns and planets
How he rip them through these galaxies?
Victim of a fallacy
Fantasies of humanity
Save Money family
Saving time like Obi-Wan commanded me
Unlocking minds of youth understandably
I'm Qui-Gon
With my light saber drawn
Trying to teach these padawans
How to reassemble drones
Open domes
Sever chromosomes
Fill em till they're overflown
Bigger nigga
Little clones
The yoda got me overgone
Now I'm trippin on some shit
They want me gone and overthrown
Make the move, cast the stone
Muhfuckas backs get blown
They ain't fuckin with the god
Once again rest in peace to my nigga Rod
Man your music still bump well on my iPod
Find em niggas slippin
This deuce in my Izod
Catch a case
Still movin at a faster pace
Silly rabbit
It's the turtle who just mastered race
Jumpin through hyperspace
Trippin off a drug, I'm swearin it was hyperlaced
Movin weight on cyberspace
I'm gone... I'm fucked up...
I loved you... I fucked up
These screw up's, these fuck up's
Fuck that shit, my lucks up
It's gone, it's over
Come over, Red Rover

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