KiddDaLegend - I Just Wanna Party (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1] (00:20)
King Kidd, GodKidd, Kidd Da Legend/
Tray-Oh-Six; Black Trilla Family, that's the message/
I just wanna party like no other/
I just wanna party with my brothas/
With my sistahs, with my cousins/
Grams, gramps, aunts and uncles/
Everybody got an agenda off top/
Whether it's business or it's countertops you hop/
Finna spark a home invasion like some pot/
I mean some weed, Mary Jane is what I mean – stop/
Drop and roll, clock the roll, cop the role/
Fire on me, too early, share if it gets too cold/
Bang bang bang negro, onomatopoeia/
Gang bang slang nigga, YAWK! KNOCK! Peace up/
West Side or East Side, West Coast or East Coast/
Turnt up till we float, dead braggadocios, don't boast/
You think they prefer to gangbang or deepthroat?/
I don't know, all I know is how to move bars to pro/

[Verse 2] (01:21)
Kidd Loe is from Towson/
Profound and astound, son/
Round 1, two swings to the right/
One crisp hook and a left-right/
Right-left, 3-piece chicken dinner/
Let's finish off the night right, a'ight?/
Hotter than Thanksgiving biscuits out the oven/
On a Tuesday, two days before the food lays/
On the dining table, no relation to Frito Lays/
Oh mane, if it's Gucci-Gucci, it gets lots of plays/
I ain't talkin' wide receivers runnin' deep/
Like some penis in some vagina, very steep/
Like long female skidmarks running, Meryl Streep/
Dig the wordplay, words get played all day/
From the early morning to the dusk of day/
24-hours, the first 16 is just a throw away/
Which means the next eight hours, I create showers/
Of meteorites and asteroids to deflower/
This reality, because in reality the ranch ain't jolly/
'Ish is straight sour/

[Verse 3] (02:22)
Nigga I'm from BodyMore/
Decap-olis is the capital/
Murdaland is the state/
Get ya body stuffed in a crate/
Full of milk cartons for whoever beef startin'/
Tell Anthony Batts that he full of cheap talk/
And tell the Mayor I'm a say whatever airs/
You think it's all about the city? Nobody cares/
Why you think the real crime rate never gets aired?/
I keep my hands in the air when I see cops/
R.I.P Mike Brown, Eric Garner/
Ezell Ford, Dante Parker/
George Stinney, Oscar Grant/
Emmett Till, Trayvon Martin/
What you know about the struggles?/
What you know about trynna stay out of trouble?/
What you know about the hustle?/
And them niggas you owe to lookin' to plug you/
I'm mean to keep you quiet, on GP/
'48 Hours' make you unknowingly tell on TV/
I don't mean a Ratatouille, but this is not a movie/
This is Life, like the prisons that's waitin' on niggas, right?/