Lil Wayne - Dreams And Nightmares [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Turn the music down in my headphones, yeah
That noise in the background, that's my skateboard
That nigga Mack crazy

[Verse]
Yeah, uh..
I put my shooters on they feet
I just give em yo address then go to sleep
The money turn my niggas into monsters
The white done turned my niggas into Nazis, Lord
The money turn my face into a stocking
Don't make me turn your baby to a hostage, boy
Don't make me turn the kid to a foster
My woman turn my dick into a Mazda, Lord
Body parts in the duffel
The bullets turn your body to a puzzle
The money turn my bitch into a monster
She know how to get a check and turn a 0 to a comma, Lord
The money turn my niggas into killas
The sugar turnt the cocaine to Vanilla
The money turnt the bitches into hoes
The money turned my niggas into foes, Lord
I put my shooters on they feet
Give em yo address then I go out to eat
Had that Snowman in the hood like Jody Breeze
She from the hood but look like she from overseas
I say, "girl you know I love you and I care for ya
I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya"
She say, "fuck these other niggas, they ain't half a ya
Just keep laughing to the bank, it's hilarious"
I got a stay-at-home-gun and a travel-gun
Boy, we can sell white -- in Africa
It's like, I can't explain, y'all asked me to spit
And now I'm droolin on my chain
What happened to Wayne?
I'm like, hold up, wait a second
Y'all thought I was second?
Hating on a champ, throwing salt and not confetti
We pull up and we shoot
Then we park the car and edit
Watch me pull up with no roof
That's cause I walk the dog and pet it
I'm like hold up wait a minute
Y'all thought I was finished?
Shoot you in your head, then just walk off like I didn't
Let my money talk so much, put my jawbone outta bidness
Doing numbers in this bitch, I'm like a smart phone with the digits Bitch!
Ridin round
With the volume down
With the windows up and the choppers down --
Soon as we get to yo block
It's the motherfuckin other-way-around
My bitch say I'm too wild
She don't even know why she stay around
I get home and I dick her down
Now she talkin bout exchangin vows
If these bullets was paintballs
I could fuck around and I could paint a house
You could tell I'm pimpin
The way I hit the blunt with my pinky out
I bring Wine to Amy House
We smoke it out and we drank it out
And talk about
These pussy niggas that ain't about
What Wayne about
I'm hangin out
A Mulsanne
Without a brain
It's outta its mind
I pull over, I push a button, it change like Optimus Prime
Speaking of change
It's a shame
How these lames
Droppin them dimes
We aim at your grape
Knock it off, now you just Vines
Blood Gang, red rain on these niggas, hot if you dry
My gang top of the line, hollerin "Squad take it outside!"
I'm a tax payer
I'm a axe player
Gettin in through the back wayer
Red devil to the blue collared
Un-enveloped black mail
Fed up with the Fed shit and Fed-ex lost my package
My white girls say "Yeah, nigga", my white homies act blackish
Ain't tall enough for the NBA
I ain't big enough for the NFL
Should've been in NWA:
Fuck the police, Five-0 and Twelve
One time for your mind bitch
Never say nevermind bitch
You a penny short of a dime bitch
No nonsense
Had a nine since
I was nine bitch
Yeah
Born to murder
Bank account on fat, bustin out the girdle
Tell 'em boys ain't nothin sweet
It's sauerkraut, ya heard me?
They find ya body in New Orleans on Mardi Gras on Bourbon
Like Oh Lord
Humphrey Bogart
It's a bird, it's a plane; it's a crowbar
For the most part I'm the southern coast guard
AK-47 spittin flame like a blow torch
Sorry 4 The Wait