Mr. Bigg - Trial Time [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Mr. Bigg]
I started selling dope back in 1986
I bought a Cadillac and put them thangs on that bitch
The brains blowed out with the white leather seats
Fienders screaming for that butter cause that other shit is weak
I was only 17 had the neighborhood hooked
Had 'em stealing out they crib cause my crack taste like ribs
I'm up in the morning with the rest of these rookies
You out here selling them dimes, bitch I'm out here selling them cookies
I'm flying out of town getting them thangs for 12-5
400 for an ounce and 650 when it's dry
Pyrex dishes in the motherfucking kitchen
Word around town Mr. Bigg got them chickens
That nigga bought a house for his ma by the lake
And gave his grandma set of keys to the safe
Them jealous ass niggas and them hoes started hating
To see my lil' sister drive a Benz to graduation
I'm tripping on that Hennessey and I'm smoking on them buds
I still got love for them niggas selling them dubs
I remember when I use to do the same shit
Buy a half-ounce and cut it up and sold the block up
I can't put my Glock up; my Glock is my ho
And my ho go everywhere I go
Which one of you fake ass niggas wanna harm me?
I said you better bring the Navy cause I'm gonna bring the Army

[Interlude: Mr. Bigg]
Get yo 12 white folks and take that shit to trial bitch
Y'all motherfuckers talking about giving me 20 motherfucking years
I got four motherfucking lawyers standing right here and we'll strike this bitch up
And if that shit don't work I'll make y'all bitches kill me in this motherfucking court room
So motherfuck you, fuck the judge, fuck the D.A., and fuck all you weak ass hoes

[Verse 2: Mr. Bigg]
I got to make a plan cause them laws is on my ass
I just got a bird and I gotta sell it fast
They know about the down payments on my third house
They know about the diamond in my lil' sister mouth
They know about the Benz and the black Pathfinder
They know about the vacation trip I took to China
They know about the ho I was fucking named Cathy
Heard she got busted with a bird in Tallahassee
And now they tryin' to say that the yay belong to me
I know they trying to get me caught; these niggas keep holding they nuts on me
Dickie suits, and bullet proofs, and steel toes
No fake ass niggas only some real hoes
I pack my shit cause it's time for me to go
I'm getting tired of em kicking in my ma door
And even though they don't find shit they talk shit
Asking questions saying how the fuck you bought this shit
And how the fuck you don't work but drive different cars
We got you on the interstate in a Jaguar
Where that dope and them motherfucking guns at?
We'll let you go if you tell us where yo son at
Shit, I don't know nothing: light it up and type it up
And tell the D.A. get ready cause we gon' strike it up

[Interlude: Mr. Bigg & {Mother}]
Hello
{The damn police kicked my door in this morning looking for you boy
Asking me how I bought my house and cars and taking pictures of our shit
So you need to go somewhere and hide out for a minute cause it's hot down here}
Aight mama, I'll holla atcha

[Verse 3: Mr. Bigg]
I'm down in New Orleans with my auntie and my granny
The clean side of this Mr. Bigg family
They know I'm on the run so I can't use the phone
My motherfucking babies they don't even know I'm gone
Lent my mama 20,000 for my babies and the bill money
I'm in the attic smoking weed cause I think this shit is still funny
Make 'em kill me or turn myself in
Shit I'm facing life in the goddamn pen
Tha D.A. wanna see a nigga fry
Bringing niggas back from the pen to testify
Yeah I bought some guns from him
Yeah he sold me some dope
Niggas telling on me that I never even seen before
Everybody wanna sell dope and try get rich
Out on the corner just waiting to get indicted
You told on yourself then you told on me
You mighta heard of me but you ain't never bought no bird from me
Pussy ass niggas got this game fucked up
Telling on niggas just to get they time cut
A SKS with a magnifying scope
If you wanna fuck with me bitch you better get them white folks

[Outro: Mr. Bigg]
Yeah motherfucker, you bitches thought you could hold a nigga like be down baby
But I can't motherfuckin' be stopped
It's gonna take a lot motherfuckin' white folk to take a nigga like me down
Bitch I'm ridin' with the KVD, RV, Down the Bay, Birdville
And my motherfuckin' niggas off at work

All you hoes and all you niggas better
Take that shit to motherfucking trial
I say, all you hoes and all you niggas better
Take that shit to motherfucking trial
All you hoes and all you niggas better
Take that shit to motherfucking trial
All you hoes and all you niggas better
Take that shit to motherfucking trial

Take that shit to trial bitch (x4)