Lil Wayne - Bang Bang [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Shooting till my mother fucking hand fall off
Ya track-stars; the gun shot ran y'all off
I pop like a soda watch the can fall off
I can kill y'all and y'all boss
Shotguns handguns louder than a band drum
You fucking with the drum major don't make me play you the anthem
Bang bang bang bang call it heavy metal
I say bang bang, bitch I make you feel every letter
B.A.N.G. B.A.N.G. G.A.N.G
We spray then leave
We play when we no
We play N-E-
V-E-R; C.P.R
Doctor Carter are you the d.z's boy
Young Money mother fucker these these boys
Bitch is you crazy?
We's retards
Watch Nina, Mac and Tommy have a brief menage
Like (gunshots) like (gunshots) yeah
Soulja Boy on the beat
But you can call me Chef Boyardee
Cause I'mma heat this shit
And I'mma eat this shit
Planet earth is my toilet you're beneath this shit
Then I flush and wipe my ass
Gunslinger like a pass
I cock back and throw a bomb; now Hail Mary
Your tailfary fairytale very frail
And yeah we got them hammers try and hit every nail
Let them sail up the river with that ho shit
Or leave them face down in the fucking ocean
I ain't on no other shit bitch I'm on some more shit
That 'Hello how you doing? I am at your front door shit'
That 'Aww naw he got a gun oh shit. Shit.'...shit

[Verse 2: Jae Millz]
Okay, it's Young Money what you know about it?
The semi-auto will rip open your body and tear the soul out it
And all that fronting shit nigga I don't know about it
Call me Master J, bitch I'm so about it
Even my ho about it, and don't doubt it
Cause we both would be Angelina and Brad'n
Spazzin' and blastlin', blastin' and rattitatin'
And nah I don't cook but like potatoes I'll mash them
I don't give a fuck about your money or your fashion
Shots through the window of your brand new Ashton
You get out try to run now your chest where them bullets crashin'
Pawn box niggas no crutches no casts
No wheel chair just the two door long black wagon
Flowers on the side and four wheels to steer
I ain't never scared, and I ain't never care
So fuck what they doing over there I'm doing it here
You're nothing like me fuck boy don't be outlandish
We gorillas in the mist y'all just some Kung-Fu Pandas
Sweet like Fantas, my blood is the same as Bruce Banners
Hit record on the cameras mother fuck all the bullshitting antics
They saying he ain't gotta get a clearance from Wayne, that's a disadvantage
Being broke is a foreign language for me like Spanish
Musically we direct thrillers, call me John Landis

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
It's the 504 slaughter house blood bath
Little nigga stand tall like a giraffe
One man gang animal, cannibal
Eat rappers for dinner my nickname Hannibal
Guns for days I show you what this cannon do
Hit you split your mothafucking man in two
I grab the chopper South Park that’s how I hold the toy
I aim and crank that bitch like Soulja Boy
I’m in the streets one deep I can hold my own
And shit, it’s only one seat and I control the throne
Look, bitch, I’m on my crazy ass shit
You see the gun poking out like Sheneneh lips
Watch your lips when talking
Cause I be on grave nigga leaking in your coffin
Rest in piss
When I die, let me rest with clips
Rambo, I’mma go out on my Sylvester shit, bang!