Mal Griffey - The Code [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Mal Griffey]
No No No No No No No No (x3)

[Hook: Mal Griffey]
We heavy but we on the low
We heavy but we on the low
We heavy but we on the low
They gon' follow where we go
Don't love a ho, don't love a ho
No No No No No No No No
Don't love a ho, don't love a ho
No No No No No No No No
No No No No No No No No

[Verse 1: Mal Griffey]
My chick prima donna
Hit then I'm fin like piranhas
All this green in here, you would think I knew Wanda
Look bus time up if she ain't give vagina
Don't sweat me
For you mess up my line up
My crew is so low get on all fours to find us
On all fours to find us
Spitting that nasty, Drake and Madonna
Niggas is hating but that was expected
And I flow like Progressive
Y'all ain't getting the message
Shine like a prezi, I think I'm elected
Eating these rappers, I think I want seconds
Make the song cry, I think I'm sympathetic
Splash on your ho, I think she was electric
She static shocked, D.C Comics Collection
This progression is rare
Made more niggas disappear than those pregnancy scares
Squad is coming, you gon' need more prayers than Kevin Ware
Tell them where and jump on it, skater on 7-stair
And get to preying on you, better have a reverend near
Put a rapper in a box, no we don't mess with no squares
Tell a ho I don't need her, it's thots in the air
I got the hot hand and I'm catching careers

[Hook: Mal Griffey]
We heavy but we on the low
We heavy but we on the low
We heavy but we on the low
They gon' follow where we go
Don't love a ho, don't love a ho
No No No No No No No No
Don't love a ho, don't love a ho
No No No No No No No No
No No No No No No No No

[Verse 2: Mal Griffey]
Running rap, I got endurance
Spitting like a tommy, this is not Martin Lawrence
Hook up with your girl and then I put it on the Chorus
We don't got no picks, we the opposite of tourists
I mean I tour a wrist wearing this watch
The face so nasty, would've thought a zit popped
At the top with my feet up, you would think I kick-box
Don't gas these hoes, that's why they made pit-stops
And I'ma score if I get the outlet
Came from the mud, now I look like a pilot
Look like I fly jets
Voice like it's Pyrex
Food for thought, it might be hard to digest
And I'm from Philadel'
As far as killing well
Niggas leave bullet holes the size of wishing wells
Putting prices on heads, wishing well
Hating how far I go, Im'a still wish them well
Of course I'm doing well, I swim with the sharks
I got the spark
Selling my music, just watch out for narcs
My drive couldn't crash if I parallel-parked
The homie keep iron like his last name was stark
This verse like the Gospel, I think that I'm Mark
They feel for me like they are stuck in the dark
My chicks come in two's, this is not Noah's ark
This is not Noah's ark

[Hook: Mal Griffey]
We heavy but we on the low
We heavy but we on the low
We heavy but we on the low
They gon' follow where we go
Don't love a ho, don't love a ho
No No No No No No No No
Don't love a ho, don't love a ho
No No No No No No No No
No No No No No No No No