Pimp C - Slow Down [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Corey Mo (whas happenin?)
Sweet Jones
I see a lot of niggas in this rap game man
Niggas moving too mother fucking fast
Y'all niggas need to...
Slow down (know what I'm talking bout, hol' up)
Niggas poppin pills, sippin barre, smoking fry and God knows whatever else
Niggas on that Malcolm... X
You know like that nigga Breeze said, man the hood gonna catch up with you man
You know what I'm saying?

[Pimp C]
Peep up in the city with the hoes showing ass and titties
I'm a ghetto star, and the game's a pity
Cause most niggas get took by the street fame
And they can't hold on to their spot in this dirty game
I see a lot of niggas sign record deals
But they fall off, cause they niggas wasn't real
But I've been in this thang since '92
Getting my money, doing what the hustlas do
Through the wars, having no cars
Going to jail, rapping behind bars
Putting it down wit' Bun B
When we was broke out on the streets
Trying to come up on a motha fucking Swisher Sweet
I used to sell weed, then I sold crack
I used to ride in a old-school gold 'llac
Fleetwood wit' cherry lights
I sold that bitch to that boy Mo, that's why we come down at night
Slow down (know what I'm talking bout?) {*repeated*}

[Pimp C]
Bitch now I drive a big Benz (big Benz)
And spend big money, with my motha fucking hustling friends
I don't buy the O, I buy the quarter-pound
I'm talking Indo nigga, I lay these bitches down
What's happening out in L.A., L.A
When I'm out there with the Boo-Yaa Tribe
And that's how I play (that's how I play)
And I'm hollerin at Yuk and C-Bo too
I hear whatcha saying and I'm a do what y'all wanna do
Cause fuck niggas need to get hit up
Bitch niggas don't deserve no truck
Snitch niggas don't deserve to fuck
Nigga outta luck
That's why your records ain't selling and ya stuck
You need to slow down before somebody hit you up
You need to slow down before somebody fuck you up
You need to slow down before it comes to get you
Hit you in your wig and ain't nothing to split you
Slow down (know what I'm talking bout?) {*repeated*}

[Corey Mo]
You see this rap game is more than just rhymes and beats
It designed to make money, it starts in the streets
A lotta niggas don't follow the rules and end up losing
Way before their time, cause their records ain't moving
Better slow down and re-think your strategy nigga
Have you still paying dues, you can't be mad at me nigga
I ain't looking for no handouts or looking for no friends (un-uh)
My brother always told me nigga, go and get your ends
And that's what I'm a do, it's the honest-to-God truth
I'm a stay up on these beats and I'm a stay off in the booth
So all you niggas hating, waiting for me to fold
I'm bout to shift to another gear and pass you hoes
On the cool, I ain't nobody's goddamn fool
Just like you pack tools, nigga I do too
So in case you never knew nigga, you know now
What you ought to be trying to do is on the real
Is slow down
Slow down (know what I'm talking bout?) {*repeated*}
Hol' up, slow down, uh
Get your mind on your money
Cause your records ain't selling
Nigga {*repeated*}