Lil Wayne - Best Rapper Alive [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Fuck with me?
Thank you
Yeah, come on, yeah
Yeah, come on
You know me mane
Yeah, yeah, c'come on
DJ D on the track, alright
Oh, B - I got 'em
Alright, Weezy Baby
You can't see me
But I see you
And I see you
Lord
I-I-I got 'em

[Verse 1]
Bring the crowd, and I'm loud in living color
It is Weezy Fuckin' Baby, got these rappers in my stomach
Yummy
I'm takin' it, I ain't asking them for nothing
If you sell a million records we could battle for ya money
I rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday
Watch a football game and bet it all on one play
Still stuntin', baby, yes I'm still flossin
Latest car on the market wit the top peeled off it
Big wheels make it look a lil bulky
You look a lil salty, have ya self a chill coffee
Chill out, the guns is still out
Even though I am a boss and got papers to fill out
I'm busy, I got paper to reel in
God, I hope they snappin at the end of my rod
I hope I'm fishin in the right pond
And I hope you catchin' on to every line
Who am I?

[Hook]
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
Swagger right, check, game tight
And they gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
Swagger right, check, game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid

[Verse 2]
The heart of New Orleans
Thumpin' and beatin'
Livin' and breathin'
Stealin' and feedin'
Peelin' and leavin'
Killin' and grievin'
Dearly departed; erased, deleted
No prints, no plates
No face, no trace
Out of sight, out of mind
No court, no case
Sell his chain, celebrate, block party, second line
Zulu Ball, Essence Fest
Jazz Fest, Mardi Gras
Shotty bounce, body rock
Now he dropped, now he got
Family try, tell the Feds/tell the cops
Smell the rat comin' back to the house
To the spot, tap-tap, knock-knock, who is dat
(Chick-Pow!)
Trigga man, hoodie man
Tell the kids - Boogieman
Pistol Pete, Ammo Mammal
Gunman, (blum-blam!) (hahah)
Damn, Sammie, you done fucked up
Pussy ass niggas, put ya nuts up
Just call me

[Hook]
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
Swagger right, check, game tight
And they gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
Swagger right, check, game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid

[Verse 3]
Fuck up wit all these rookie MCs?
Whew! Smell like a bunch of pussy to me
Fuck em!
Fuck 'em good
Fuck 'em long
Fuck 'em hard
Fuck who? Fuck 'em all
Yeah, like dat, jus like dat
Right back
I'm on dat
Money train and the Mac
'll knock 'em off track
The Quarterback
Well protected from the Warren Sapp
The young heart attack
I spit that cardiac
You can't see me, baby boy, you got dat cataracts
I'm right here, straight out the hood jus like an alley cat
Since everyone's a king, well where the fuckin' palace at?
Me? I got callous on my hands, I can handle dat
It's no problem, baby, I so got 'em
It's just a victory lap, baby, I'm jus joggin'
Yeah, and I ain't even out of breath
The motherfuckin' best yet
Sorry for cussing
Who?

[Hook]
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
Swagger right, check, game tight
And they gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
Swagger right, check, game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid