RayD - Tobasco Rasco [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro] (Discreet)
Hahaha
This is my motha fucking like fifth try on this shit
I'm too high for this shit
I'm rolling weed, and I'm getting high and I'm doing a bunch of shit
Tobasco Rasco, motha fucking beginnings

[Verse 1] (Discreet)
Ayo
Cut off that intuition
Through all the crying and bitching
Thoughts recorded and spitting rhymes
Keep me mathematically divisioned
Rotisserie is my chicken, cabbage is my mission
Devoted while I'm sipping
Standing but I'm still tripping
Diamond gear luggage repented
Twisted by my muggage
Trying to keep clean, deceased I am not
My parenthesis is pot
Laid low, cruising through the lot
I always give all that I got
Might repeat if you put me on the spot
Shot up and caught
Flowing heroin veins, rushing blood clots
Straight from my tube sock
Authentic vans drilling the cement rock
Oh shit, would you look at the clock?
Derek show these faggots what it takes to make your dick hard knock

[Verse 2] (RayD)
One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock, five
Holy shit I missed 4:20 last night
Gotta make up time so I hold the glass tight
Then I put it to my mouth like your girls ass, right?
Haha, can I get a Hail Mary?
I'm laying down the cable, someone go and tell Larry
Even though he's hilarious I can't bear it
I represent CAN, fuck Ameri-
Cans we get along? I like sharing my bong
But that's not what you light cause you throw me a bomb
Who the fuck, you Saddam? How 'bout a face palm
Ye, a classic old fight, not the stupid napalms
Hey mom, why are peeps so angry?
She just reassures me that at least they won't hang me
So go ahead and bang me for showing off my slang
See my words are in your mouth as its slowly getting tangy

[Verse 3] (Cue)
Actual tactical rational magical act a fool
I bottle a genie, you finally see me, I'm acting cool
You shouldn't or couldn't or wouldn't of tried to be one of me
I'm running and gunning and punning and honey make fun of me
Stutter me suddenly, hug me but can't even stomach me
I'm busting a nut, your muffin, my gut
I called you slut and after the honey thing I called you a bumble bee
I'm causing a racket and making the numbers combine inside of the bracket
I'm a winner with her chicken dinner, sauce is the paint thinner
Only got a couple bucks, I'm saying great dinner
Ye, great dinner
Her tummy ain't full but I'm bound to put something in her
Ye, snap a finger, make a fire, can you hear me now?
The rhymes are hot and the flames are reaching to the crowd
Gotta try harder if you wanna be the one to crown
I go hard, the shit I spit is diarrhea brown
Ask around, I fall and kill it like the season
For no reason, call it treason, flow is fresh for febreezin'
And I'm leaving you in dust
Took the motto from America cause in God we trust
Ahh, trust a boy!