Majik Panda - Goodfellas (Officer Ricky Diss) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Majik Panda]

Hey yo I wanna talk about these Goodfellas
You know, the ones that say they in the hood hell I
Dunno, tough guys with enough lies homie they frontin'
You showing something, they slowin' up on the front lines
Yep and you know I got enough time to throw another punchline
At Jimmy fucking Two-Times, oh you're gonna get the paper, go get the paper
I know you are, you said it two times don't say I'm hating
My mind is past the breaking point, I'm just past the faking
It's like these motherfuckers make it or break it
Based on the bacon, the cheddar man it's better to take it
Fiat paper make 'em dead in the matrix
Ahead of the game I'm steadily fading these cocksuckers
Man they heavy sedated, already I made it
You know they love to talk shit they heavy debatin'
You know they talking that bullshit when they saying they hood rich
And they talking they hoodness when they telling their war-stories
My goodness it's so boring to me, I am more into thee
Straight raw shit, that Nate Dogg shit, that Snoop D O double
With Eminem, yeah you know you're in trouble when the white boy wanna rumble
Okay then there's the black Barney Rubble, this fat ma'fucker
They be calling Ricky Ross and the facts man they ain't gonna stop
The dude's a cop, he first denied yeah he lied and tried to hide it
Then it blew up in his face the shit sent fire to his eyelids
Behind his eyelids he dreams of a thousand islands
He creams like a thousand times to Miami Vice, shits on at nine
This motherfuckers playing dress-up, a wrestler yup
Impressing the kids, so blessed in the biz
Caressing his tits yeah Rickys eating lobster and pasta
The mobster imposter, the Panda will demolish his roster
Fuck a Maybach, all I see is fake Pacs
I'mma murder all of 'dem boys, a piece of cake, watch
Soon as my tape drops, I Donatello these wankstas
You know they anxious, still banking to get a fake watch
Motherfuck a fake watch I don't care about no material things
I'm a serial killer in the ring, thrilla in Manilla
Killer wit' the sting, floating so high, butterfly effect
My butterknife cut 'em right open yup, they soft
In the middle they pop-tarts, paying to be pop-stars
Playing on the radio pop-charts, I will stop hearts
Ricky's getting resuscitated I'm thinking it's stress related
His drinkings excessive lately, you know he's poppin' them bottles
Yeah he's downing a Full-Throttle and vodka, a full bottle
This motherfuckers numbing the pain, to come in the game
Claiming the shit that he claim
Oh look how bad he be at the police academy
And he cracks under pressure, yes sir, a stuttering prick
An obese Joe Pesci, the police are his clique
Click Boom, officer down, officer down
Back up, back up yeah I'm offing these clowns
I toss 'em around just call it a rap son
The era of fake shit is over, don't call this a takeover
It's more of a genocide, like Dennis the Menace I've
Decided to wreak havoc, I end 'em with venom
Nice I am to my victims, I kill 'em quick
These dudes is ill equipped
Majik Panda I'm on some iller shit
But on some realer shit they ain't gon' get on my level
They gotta read between the lines but they 3rd eye blind
They mind is stuck in the cave, I'm so illuminated it's great
The sun is shining I'm chilling in Outer Space
A villain without a face, they got you scared of nothing
You know they bluffing, just live at your own pace