Lil Wayne - Back On My Grizzy [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Bitch I'm back on my grizzy
Young Money where you at
Two tables and a mic
Tell the DJ run it back

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Bitch I'm back on my grizzy
Young money where you at
If you fuck with Young Money Young Money where you at
Like the Energizer Bunny with a battery pack
Boy that chopper keep drumming, like b-r-r-at-at-at-tat
Or B-r-r-rump-bum-bum-bum
And I'm so young but I'm a Giant like Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum
Just bought a new crib, inside's so dumb
Got some money put away, in case the hurricane come
I'm a fucking shame, huh
Yeah I know, yeah I know
I go out the country to get all my clothes and my hoes
I go out my way just to get my dro and my dough
Cause I love it more than I love my hoes, yes I does
I got gasoline coming out my pores, I'm a torch
I got glasses like that white boy Scott Storch and a porsche
I got license for the scorch, snipers at your porch
Rifles by the forts and we shoot up courts
The judge just a bitch, the jury suck dick
I'm an Eastside blood and I don't smoke that crip
I smoke that Kush, first name Bubba
First names Young, last name Stunna
Carter in the office, take notes when I'm talking
Smooth as a cruise boat floats when I'm walking
I boast cause I'm balling
I'm supposed to be balling
When I'm on the phone with bitches man the money keep calling
You ain't satisfied till your son'll be calling
Telling you where to leave the money in the morning
Ok, you want a zombie movie instead
That's when you walk in your house and everybody dead
Yeah, I can take a shit where I stand, where I stand
And watch you pussies piss in your pants
You ain't a man your a ho I could kill him with the flow
And then play the guitar at the fucking funeral
Big guns so they drinking big shots
And my gang go Saddam Hussein and missile launch
The Korean call me Wayne Chang
Now listen ma, I don't know karate
But after the brain, I'll kick you out
You niggas suck like Tony Romo, no homo
And I'm all about my money, I get paid for promo
Yeah I'm the man in this bitch
They say money talks, well I'm the ventriloquist
And if I ever jump, I'll probably land in your bitch
Boy that ho colder than my hand and my wrist
Boy I'm more cooler than a fan and a mint
And when I'm done this track will need a couple bandages
I be with savages and I'm above average
I'm a crazy ass star like a fucking asterisk
You niggas can't see me, I'm on my casper shit
Runnin' so much game, I fuck around and lap a bitch
The club like a grocery, I just bag a bitch
And you know I'm gonna score like Deion after picks
I'm rollin' on a pill, she get that morning after dick
And when my roll came down, guess what I did after it
I pop popped and took some Patron shots
I pop popped and took some Grey Goose shots
I pop popped, yeah
Young Money bitch, and if you niggas want do it
We chop chop and leave your back on the block
We pop cops and ain't no rats on my block
I got shop
I got that dro, I got them pills, I got that yay
Give it to them hoes and watch them bitches freak away