Luniz - Funkin Over Nuthin [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

*(Radio personality talking)*

Really hasn't been brought up too clearly
The Luniz an Too $hort everything has been squashed

*(Too $hort talking)*

Yeah we want everybody to know, that it's, you know, the Oak-Town ain't
About this

*(Yukmouth talking)*

The media hypes up things when they're wrong, but doesn't give enough
Praise when everything is going good

*(Too $hort talking)*

We should juss do a cut, don't even mention no beef or nothing, juss
Drop it on 'em

*(Numskull talking)*

You know it's politics, that made it sound like that. But it's all
Unified you see it's all Jesus

*(Too $hort)*

BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!!

*(Too $hort talking)*

Man what's it all about? Ain't about shit. Nigga call me up talking
About, man it's on. Your niggas fucking wit my niggas an it's on. Nigga
What we fronting for? If it ain't about this money, ain't about this
Life an death nigga, shit, what's really going on?

Verse 1 *(Too $hort)*

Jumped all in a niggas face front him on tha spot
Don't cross the game, unless ya wanna get shot
But who made the rules do you recall?
Who's the judge when it comes to this street law?
Is it me?
You?
Or is it my crew?
My niggas get down, yo niggas do too
Mutha fuckaz try to tell me don't fuck my life
Cuz ain't nuthin nice
Ya gotta pay the price
Ya know them dudes
Walkin in them same shoes
It's brand new to you
But the game is used
I got it from them old niggas
They so cool
Now we juss roll through
All the hoes know who
Ball in yo town
Don't front, it's too little
Cuz fake ass niggas get punked fo your riddles
So what's it all about
Think about it later
To all you real gangstaz
An all you perpitrators

Chorus *(Harm)* x2

You've
Got me funkin,(funkin)
Over nuthin man,(funkin man)
Why ya wanna funk wit me??

(Speak on it boy!)

Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*

Uh
Sometimes you step in some shit you can't get out of
Niggas who talk hella shit
Is who I'm quick to sock the shit out of
Sniff powder, wit all yo hoes off my door
Got em froze like pocino
Ya spendin all yo doe
On the average ass
Stanky ass
Run a gank ass, fuck everybody fast
Juss an Oakland ass ho
Now I know why niggas wanna knock you out like glass Joe
All that playa hatin shit, ain't asked fo
You must got problems wit niggas makin they cash flow
You baffled
You mutha fuckin youngstaz
So go wit your old ass flow
I gots ta have jaw-jacked ho
Cuz some of niggas wonder
Why us playaz do this
I'm under
Caught up in some shit I didn't have nuthin to do wit
The truth is
You know my funk is through
Fuckin ride fo a nigga
If that nigga ain't gonna do shit
Ya wanna be ass pimp
Gettin yo ass whipped is like an every year event
BITCH!!
Dig it

Chorus *(x2)*

Verse 3 *(Numskull)*

I'm too mutha fuckin much fo myself
So funkin wit niggas close to home is sumpthin else
If you ain't gonna blow a nigga head off
Then that's the end of it
Concentrate on makin mill an start spendin
Now this is where my do it for myself begins
Cuz in '97
I ain't makin no new mutha fuckin friends
Now I got no enemies
I hold no grudges
From now on I'm overseein my own budget
(fo real!!)
We all did our dirt nigga
But now that's all forgivin
Chris you my nigga til the ending
An
I started wit Dru
I started wit Smoke-A-Lot
Hangin wit me, so I gives a fuck
Nummy-Num gonna go ahead an drink his self to death
Nigga you wanna chop it up wit me
Go through death yoself
I ain't tryin to hear nuthin
Stead of throwin away skrillion
Nigga
I'd rather be fuckin
Uh

Chorus *(x2)*

Verse 4 *(Too $hort)*

I signed my name on the dotted line
Niggas know I did it first
An when you first
You know you get it worse
I suck the game up
I try to pass it on
Niggas from the Bay
Gettin they cash on
From Frisco
To Vallejo
To the Big "O"
Fuck that yeh-yo
Hundred thousand units
Make a nigga half a million dollaz
If you sittin on a grip
I have to holla at yo later
You can get rich in a minute
Two words
Distribution
Independent
Make an accapella you can hear every word
I spit this game you never ever heard
You know how you be quick to pop niggas
These record companies be quick to rob niggas
I say "$hort Dogg"
An now they pay me
Don't pay these youngstaz
An watch 'em get crazy

Chorus *(til end)*

*(Too $hort talking during chorus)*

Fuck around an run up in yo shit. Yeah. That's the new thing goin baby
We runnin up in record companies writin our own mutha fuckin checks
Sign on the dotted line nigga. What ya really gettin? What's really goin
On? Watch out. Niggas in the town, bout to unite, we goin nationwide
Oakland style, BITCH! Oh you really thought that wasn't gonna happen?
Shit. Come on now