Royce Da 5'9" - Buzzin' [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah!
Welcome to the M.I.C Mixtape niggas!
Volume two!
We back niggas!
Oh yeah, by the way, y'all know what my motherfuckin' name is
Uh oh..

[Hook 1]
I am (Bzzz)
Buzzin', my name and the streets be (Bzzz)
Buzzin', the speakers in the jeeps be (Bzzz)
Buzzin', til I kill your mother, your brother
Three or four of your cousins like it's nothin' (Bzzz)
Buzzin'
"He ain't really from the hood nigga
If I catch him in the hood I'ma" (Bzzz)
I ride with them choppers
All day, I dare you to pop up

[Verse 1]
Blocka, I'm off my rocka
Silent. You better off findin, Hoffa
I've lost my mind
Sick man brought my nine
Sixth man off my pine (I'm off!)
Industry heads off my grind
Centipede leg niggas follow me (Follow me!)
Yeah nigga, off that liquor
Walk back by him, spit lead to the head, niggas off my mind
Go ahead nigga, talk that crime shh
Talk that, spark that nine shh, walk that fine
Line, in between, talk and sparkin' that nine
Rhymin' to be caught in a chalk outline
Entire teams get bought, like buy 'em
I am, battling the scatter that rather by triumph
Breakin' niggas back, we giants
David gettin' slapped by Goliath
That means that I am, him
In the back chillin', that'll be quiet
But that don't mean try 'em
The gatling's by 'em
You have to be blind, to not see the black and green sign
Peekin' at no matter who's eyein'
Readin' he'd be leavin the baddest dude lyin'
In a puddle of some sort of fabulous new science (new science)
I done had it here in Babylon
I am that dude quietly shootin' that chatter proof iron
Nigga I am (Bzzz)

[Hook 2]
Buzzin', my names and the streets be (Bzzz)
Buzzin', the speakers and the jeeps be (Bzzz)
Buzzin', til I kill your mother, your brother
Three or four of your cousins like it's nothin' (Bzzz)
Buzzin'
"He ain't really from the hood nigga
If I catch him in the hood I'ma" (Bzzz)
Buzz him
Everything y'all love I'm touchin'
Granny gone die, fuck em

[Verse 2]
Bona fide hustler, dude in a tank
Do a clown, undo now who a do a nigga can't
We will do it til the music ends
Do it when it's noon
Do it til it's noon again
Do it til it's new again
Do it til he prove to you, who to you, can't
Flow no more, no tool, no shank
No rules, no don't do's in the blanks
Oh no (Oh no!) won't go assumin' who you think, gon' blow
Won't be leavin here sooner than you think
The party ain't over til I'm losin' my drink
I'mma couple dollars up from hollerin' "Oo I can't!"
Up and at em', til tomorrow while I choose my fate
There be dues that I pay while I move wit' my rank (yeah)
Move wit' my weight (yeah)
Do whoever ain't playin' dead
There lonely player, only shoes in the paint
I'mma go until there's no more room in the bank
I'm just y'all niggas, sittin' on tall figures
To the law, need invisible legit small business
The minute, the hits is out I figured y'all get it
The fickle now admits, just as I spit it
I'm the sickest "Good Lord, just hear him
Get a good load of him. Hits is hittin like hitler done did 'em"
The next villain, tap the nigga next to you
Tell him, "I don't like him either. Let's kill him"
Ya'll niggas sound crazy (Bzzz)

[Hook 2]