Mike Floss - Dopeboy Dreaming [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Mike Floss]
Cake batter by the case, taste test, take
Swing Batter, Batter home base
Home free, Freebase, Madame CJ
Creamy Crack, briefcase, cremate
Remix, remake, flip, key, weight, scale
Whip, cool, tool, Pyrex
Pie, broil, bake, context
Foil, face, process, concept
Combat, con-man unconscious an accomplice fooled
A contest, riding in a Regal in a dime piece mood
Got to be illegal how your hind parts move
The time resumes, the bezel on the wrist let the time piece groove (Run It)
Trapping I love it I keep it 100
Dre got a billion I just got a bucket
Tennessee thugging no budget its nothing
Tennessee rugged it’s busting

[Chorus: Mike Floss]
Dopeboy Dreaming! Grew up in the 90s, Grew up in the 90s
Dopeboy Dreaming! Grew up in the 90s, Grew up in the 90s
Dopeboy Dreaming! Grew up in the 90s, Grew up in the 90s
Dopeboy Dreaming! Grew up in the 90s, Grew up in the 90s

[Bridge: Mike Floss]
12 years a slave whipping like a drug lord
From a boat to a yacht to Barack door
Chop chop chop chop, what you war for?
They ain't stop making guns when they made yours
12 years a slave whipping like a drug lord
From a boat to a yacht to Barack door
Chop chop chop chop, what you war for?
They ain't stop making guns when they made yours
That Caprice with the SS
Mike Floss with the SS
Don't believe in a death threat
Tennessee that's the best bet
That Caprice with the SS
Mike Floss with the SS
Don't believe in a death threat
Tennessee that's the best bet

[Chorus: Mike Floss]

[Verse 2: Mike Floss]
Can I sell keys for a living?
With some gold teeth and a pendant?
And a backseat full of women? Get it?
VSOP right with it, Emmett
'Til I get a grip on reality
It got to be anatomy 'cus naturally I'm grabbing on the patterns we adapted from a tragedy. I admit it
Young nigga moving that dope
Young nigga hang from a rope
Young nigga never go broke
So young nigga do what you know, blow, I know how it go
Duffle bag in a box Chevy
Big butt with the top heavy
In a truck calling up Petty
Tennessee trill and you're not ready

[Chorus: Mike Floss]