Phone-EG - Run Up In Your Spot [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Phone-EG]
Run up in your spot (x3)
Phone-EG come through and run up in your spot
Run up in your spot (x3)
Phone-EG come through and take what you got

[Verse 1: Phone-EG]
Run up in your spot, Taking what you got
Glock make you stop, drop fuckin' skate better make your jaw lock
When I run up in your spot when I call cops stop better call SWAT
[?]
And you're lucky your doorway's wuom wuom (Why Phone-E? Why Phone-E? Why?)
Cause I was tryna bring a gun in here that's bigger than a T-Rex pum pum
Phone-E don't play that
Swing a gun to Phone-E, Phone-EG gon' spray that
Phone-E gun is like weed, Phone-E gun make you laid back
If a man wanted beef yo a man could just say that
Don't let the playback stop
A man want to diss, leave his grandma distraught
If you walk the walk, you better talk the talk
Before Phone-E come through and run up in your spot

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Pryde]
Yeah, real shit, real shit
Melon mob gangsters
Stay fruity
MELONMOB
(Trust meee) Whole squad mobbing' got a chopper in a pink shirt
(Trust meee) Call my Glock Ernie when I shoot him and his bitch Bert
(Trust meee) Burners gon' pop off like fuck all you hoes
My gun clean and clear cause it's under control
Your bodys for here but your money's to go
My gun put you in a tomb, tomb
My gun's a dick, every hater is a pum pum
My gun's like house music it go boom boom
If you wanna run around and say my dick is woum woum
When my gun speaks it sounds like Sean Paul
Cause you can't understand it
But you know what it's interpreting..
You're just like "fuck this shit is crazy.."
Okay, alright fuck that punchline
Wastemans get wasted out
Wastemans get taken out
Not like we're dating you know I like women
I really don't need to explain that now
I got guns, I got goons
I got forks, I got spoons
And I’m bustin' at the lot, bustin' at the cops
Not talking stepping on cows when I say I'm gonna run up in your spot
There we go

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Phone-EG & (Pryde) ]
Word on the block is a nigga been talking that shit
Bust up in the crib like it's mine put the barrel to his lips
(Sister wakes up that's one to the hip
Grandpa walks out make that faggot do the splits
One fucking bullet make his daddy do a flip
Then his momma came out thats two to the tits)
Bless.. Okay now no ones home
But the neighbours must have heard cause they're ringing the phone
Put my ear to the wall and the wall to the chrome
Then I sprayed off six man I love [?]
(Wait. This wasteman has a cat?
I'm allergic to cats
So I pulls out the strap ten claps to his back
Man fuck this wasteman)
And his cat