Raptile - Get Outta My Face [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Grown man music mothafucker
No low kids shit
Monstablokaz
Shit is crazy right
Mozez baby
Let's go
Chorus
You know just how we do it
Monstablokaz ...blockaz.... music
Gettin money while we make this music
Taking money while you out loosin
You know just how we do it
In the fresh new whips I'm cruisin
100 deep in the club we movin
No love in the game
So get outta my face
Verse 1
(The Game)
Can't get me
While I move like that
Sixtrain Impalla
A fucker Maybach
Bottom line
Yeah go deep
Spend a lot'a points in the middle
Consult a fuck in it
Is comptin bitch
Who gon stop it
Nigga wit the attitude
When he blow that forth fifth
I'm used to this shit
If I say it
I mean it
And I envy out clips
Like I do my own english
Verse 2
(Keon Bryce)
Fuck the police
Like Dre said
If I had money on a nigga hand
Then they dead
Street is talkin
He ain't always been a gangsta
Soon as my brother died
It was me and the savers
Chorus
Verse 3
(Raptile)
MC's come and go
Like G on my sidecic
Everybody tryin get
The beats I did
Is grown man music
Read from my lips
Your rapers sound like
Desperate housewifes
They all think they got the game alive
Cause they made a few G's
And got the chain on top
If you ain't on my level
I won't fight you,no
I'll just treat you like taxes
Write you off
If you buzz
I might write a song
Or just throw one line
And whipe you dogs
It's stackin blacks
And you callin me out
Trust me bitch
We bring the war to your house
And that's just the way it is
Son your crew run run run run
(your crew run run)
I just cop the prop
On the top ten ap
And I will keep it locked
Till the day I pass
Chorus
Verse 4
(Beloved)
No hailin
I ain't forget you punks
You can hop in the made back
You can fit in the trunk
Brooklynn's back
Chill dog
Hold it that
The name's Beloved,nigga
Ain't no hoes in that
Been a G since '78
Crome me bad
No matter how famous I was
Never aimeed wit a rat
Okay okay okay
That ain't get you bit
How you eatin baby food for weeks like *******
Nigga this promise
What fans is gone
How you gonna brag
When your biggest hit was a bunny song
Man,he's hot,he's warm
I belong to the top
Ya niggas scared
You should get a dog and call it POP
Chorus
So get outta my face