Malachi Grant - Have it All [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Chorus: (Chris Boyd)

Versus 1: (Malachi Grant)

Take a trip, take a pic, then change the scene
With a chic, so sick, got to gangsta lean (damnnn)
Ms. Parker seems, to be Maybelline, I mean made for me
She fresh to death daily, like she buried
I dig her, shovel near me, kind of scary
She fly, no canary, but she tweets me
And she treats me, on point guard CP3
(Yeaah) Plus she cooking for me
She got her own doe, and she throws it up for me
I throw mine up for she, it’s a two-way street
We getting—we getting—we getting Mo’ Money
See we kick it like homies, never leave you lonely
I’m here all the time, all you gotta do is call me
See we can have it all
You my favorite baby, your my lady

Chorus: (Chris Boyd)

Versus 2: (Malachi Grant)

Now let’s love life, take chances, be crazy
This the oldest we ever been
The youngest will ever be
We dress for the felony
We killing em out there
Death to the enemy-
Smile-toast-cheers
Relaxation – No debating
Fuck they hating – No contemplation
Now let’s take no days off
This the playoffs—schemes like Maydoff
Make us just –make off
Flights –just to take off
Hate—just shake off
Bread—just break off
Nah, they can’t get a crumb
Not a bit, not a piece—Not a little, not none
Tell them kick rocks—non-stop
Me and you is hip-hop, baby girl lets Rock
As a young’n I just wouldn’t behave
But I was tryna make moves—like a runaway slave

Chorus: (Chris Boyd)

Bridge:
Baby you know you’re my favorite
(You know your my favorite right)
You’re the one I want to stay with
(ooh yeah)
Can’t nobody take your place
(it’s you and only you, you have it all you got it all whatever though)

Chorus: (Chris Boyd)