Raekwon - Friday [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Yo where this nigga at man
Nigga you a daylight and a dollar short, man its a done deal
Yeah. It's over with, son. It's done!
Aight
You owe me 20, 000 big faces for that
Heh..Who owe you 20??
..You Al, nigga?
..nigga I don't owe you shit..
..aight..
*sound of a splash as a body hits the water*

Friday nigga
Whats the word
You got something for me
I'mma see you in 2 seconds
Right, yo pull my Rover on the side
Right there police coming man
Heard me

Verse 1:

Yo up in the game room 4 in the morning
And it's storming and we blitzed
Just rocked another wig yeah we on it
God had blood on his sweat pants
The way the tech dance
On a nigga face
Son ain't have a chance
Seen him high pitch yellow nigga
]From outta town a young mellow ally
Trying to run through
Hell, it's on called the dogs to get on him
And we caught him, only thing this nigga
Was a lord in his forearm
Bum nigga fresh outta jail
I used to play baseball with him
'Til son got large--bought a whale
Azure by the entrance
Guess it's real nigga night out
He moving on his own negligence
Yo Lexxy strap up meet you in the back
In the Acura, spectacular vic, he stackular
Seen a nigga gem-down, fresh haircut
Trying to swim now
Aqua green Avias on brim style wild
We walked by eyeing 'im
Shorty ain't looked
He trying to get fly
My niggas ain't dived on him
Kaze had the Mac in the vest
The way he moving might be dressed
He made two rights nigga move left
Standing by the incinerator
Thank God he a generator
I can tell, bought his lady suede gators
Yo now it's time to move
Spin nozzles on the tools
Might just bust him quiet style rules
He walked out the crib, yup draped
We on the elevator baked
Staring at the nigga chain shape
We looked at him, seen all crooked
Then we flashed on him
He knew we was live
My man Boo spazzed on him
Pulled out, take off the wool
Nigga cool out
Walk you out the bulding
Betta run nigga move out
This nigga liver than fuck
Larger than fuck betta kill me
All y'all niggas is butt
What spray it up
Tuck the chains in
Kaze shot him at point blank range then
He started screaming like a cave man
Blood got a salty taste, I can tell
Furniture fell out his face
Laced now it's a case
Threw up, vomit on my coat piece
Snatched all his ice now
Chrome T, boatin' off low-key
Didn't know the kid was large
Hour later call from jail
Mexicans surrounding the Gods
Chill you bigga than the ocean
Slow motion play it off no emotion
But my man in there grossing
What to do they might kill him
We might kill you circulate death
That's how the real do
We sat there 3 live macks of the year
Crack beers one nigga in the back
Washing off his track Airs
Don't take it serious
Vivid flow luxurious
I'm hearing this'll
Make a real nigga curious
Friday my day, chill Pop
Leave 'em on the highway
Bet he won't never fly my way