RyKo - Three Headed Monster [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: RyKo]

Ha ha.. yeah
It's RyKo featuring Self Taught
Straight out of Minnesota
Listen up

[Verse 1: RyKo]

Class in session kids, I hope you brought your syllabus
So that, you can witness this display of rap prowess
I'mma need about three hours.. Or make that 24
Like my name was Jack Bauer, speaking of 24
I got that Kobe Bryant form
I make defenders hit the floor
Taking flight now watch me soar
Trucking through these haters like my name was Frank Gore, of course
I'm about to go off, these people sleeping on me like they dozed off
Better hope they wake up
Broke boys get your cake up
Praying that they say sum
Fuck you better pay up
Faker than some make up
Favorite artist Kreayshawn
Ask who their team, they say Jacob
Line these haters up I knock 'em down, pound for pound
I'm the king of the ring, I leave my opponents in the ground
They can't last a round, these punchlines will fuck around
And knock 'em out, tell me how that shit sound now

[Hook: RyKo]

We put the state on our back
The 320 on the map
Now bring it back, please don't take a cat nap
Sleeping on the kids will probably get your fat ass smacked
And we do it for the Sota
10 blunts deep, riding in the Range Rova
My whole team ballas like we go to Villanova
RyKo and Self Taught on the beat game over

[Verse 2: Double A]

I'm with some real homies getting blunted like it's nothin'
It's nothin', we just stuntin' havin' fun while we some youngin's
Up and comin', these mother fuckers know we're on to somethin'
If you talkin' 'bout the illest I'm the topic of discussion
Mama look what I'm becomin', most discussed and that they've seen
I'm dirty with these verses I got beef with Mr. Clean
Best believe I'm on that green it's like Christmas y'all
I'm just tryin' to get my money so my kid's kid's ball yeah..
So I'm killin' everything in my way
Man everybody claimin' they real but most are real fuckin' fake
But my team ain't, we straight, roll up and fade away.. I stay afloat like a parade
Man I wear shades when I'm sleepin' cause my future so bright
I'm paying dues, I'll get it soon, but for now just hold tight
You won't bite, then what the fuck you barking for
Remarkable on the mic I give 'em more than they bargain for

[Hook: RyKo]

We put the state on our back
The 320 on the map
Now bring it back, please don't take a cat nap
Sleeping on the kids will probably get your fat ass smacked
And we do it for the Sota
10 blunts deep, riding in the Range Rova
My whole team ballas like we go to Villanova
RyKo and Self Taught on the beat, game over

[Verse 3: D. Nave]

Never sober, my green is green as Yoda
You talkin' 'bout that work man I'll make sure I hit my quota
Got that Ganja rolled up, your girl so glad we showed up
Plastic cup I po' up, ho I'm leanin' off you know what
That's that Bombay and that OJ, medicine so let's copay?
Even when I don't play so they gon' say what they gon' say
But they won't say, won't say it to my face so I won't change
That's work no breaks, no cocaine
Now whip that eighth make hash oil and take that to the bank
Straight cash in the safe whatchu you know about bank
Dank in the blunt, same killer in the drank
Drank in the cup got me kinda fucked up so you better not speak until you think
Hold up, let me switch this flow up, flow so sick it's like I throw up
Show up late I'm 'bout to blow up, hold my dick I'm 'bout to go nuts
Nigga donuts cause my money crazy, pyrex shit I dug the Navy?
10 bottles, 20 ladies, party like a rock star from the 80's
My music loud and my dope is too, I choose to do what I'm supposed to do
And that's smoke a boo?, speak the truth
Hope that a motha fucka reaches you it's like that

[Outra: RyKo, Double A, D. Nave]

Now I gotta fix the 80's part
Self Taught
RyKo
'ello
We do it for the Sota
10 blunts deep riding in the Range Rova
My whole team ballas like we go to Villanova
RyKo and Self Taught on the beat, game over