Mac Dre - Gangsta Mac [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
I got this bitch on the corner, she hella cute I'm always digging in her bra and getting hella loot
Whats happening? I'm Mac Dre the bitch wetter and pimping is one of the many ways I get cheddar
On a bitch back like a thick sweater, you know I represent that 16th letter
The P, pimping, west coast pimping
Pockets so fat that motherfuckas got me limping
It's in my blood, I'm a Mac from birth
A west coast Cutthroat, from the turf
I'm in her purse more than she be, that's his wife but I be fucking more than he be
I go gorilla, that's on the reala
And the Pittsburg I know don't got no stealas
It's nothing new, we old school like retro and this gangsta Mac shit on this west coast

[Hook]
West Coast
Get Stupid!
West Coast
Get Stupid!

[Verse 2: Yukmouth]
I'm a gangsta Mac, I break a bitch
Send a ho for the dough, yup make her fetch
Bring it back like we playing catch trick dry [?] like guns to your head like playing roulette
Pimps follow me copying what I do next with the coupe on 22's and not the new bitch
Yellow and blue wrist, yellow and blue kicks I used to move bricks and make them do flips now
I pimp bitches that's in porno movies while a model bitch feeding me sushi rocking Gucci
I rock the Louis, model or a groupie you wanna fuck with Yuk bitch socking it to me
I'm into jewelry bitch ice my wrist up, put it on the internet and the strip club
And I met her in the strip club, now she fucking with a rich thug yup stay chipped up, what!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Turf Talk]
On Chevy you should see the guts in him
And he cut to fit the 26 inch rim (Dayuumm!)
351 you should see when it passed ya
Pushing on your gas but he's a little bit faster
Fuck what you thought got money here
My speakerbox shaking up my rear-view mirror (Baba! Baba! Baba!)
San Quinn told me half these niggas is acting, just be about your business you the west coast vaccine (Westsideee!)
Seek does not neat you diss you get wet put money on your head for disrespecting this vet
I only feel comfortable around my hoodlums, why you own a gun man ya'll ain't gon' shoot em'!
I was raised by the low lows, dreadlocks and peacoats, hell yeah we smoke weed!
Keep sherm and in snow
You catch me posted where the goons is at, shoot you from the front leave a hole in your back

[Hook]