Sean Hampton - DP IV (Dead Presidents 4) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Sean Hampton]

Same shit in the hood n*ggas is liquored up




Little n*ggas blickered up





Gang n*ggaz run up on them hit em up






Brooklyn yeah you know how they give it up

Fly with the birds before I ever be a sitting duck

Been to jail lets me tell ya first bidding sucks

Unless you at an auction tryna get a truck

So get ya bucks, live it up, until "he" send for us

Probably end up in heaven with ya puffing angel dust

Or maybe going straight to hell because of infamous tales that I tell about my life

Like the couple plates (pounds) that could sell by tonight

And don't ask if we going down on the price

Swimming in deep waters you might drown on the mic

All I say is one-two and the crowd getting hype

Get hype, as ignite, excite, lights get bright

But I'm the type to absorb I'm scotch brite (bright)



Energy fed off is the same that thrown back

Means I eat more off ya'll feedback

You hear that lyricist yeah we need that

But some of us will trade this all to bring "Steez" back


Relax never in my G'von sweater

Cuban link, P Don sipper

Fresh shades new J's on

Sorry these Bvlgari, "F" Ray Ban

But them bands we about that

No credit, straight cash little n*gga you could count that


Talk shit but I back it up, I-Cloud that

Matter fact give me this back, I count that

What's wrong with these rappers with all of this trap, snap crap

Damn I just wish "Weezy" could bring "the drought" back

Until then, listen to this "soundcloud that"

And since a n*gga talking about clouds "loudpack" thattttttttttttt

Light it up

One for my n*ggaz up top I light it up

Because like a supervisor I only could write them up

Like whatever you need my n*gga just kite it up

You know I got you whenever I got the gwop (cash) to

Cop you, a couple of things send up a box or two

Wishing I could send up an ox or two

Does selling yourself short make you a prostitute

Not at all bro life has it's obstacles

So if you in hot water just know I'm popping with you

And when you come home you gonna be popping with me

Usually do ten, tonight we popping fifty

Live it up while we still young

They call me Mr. Hampton but im still "Yung"

Yeah "Yung P.U" n*igga

And all my rooms still got a sea view n*gga

Means I'm staying above sea level

Steady rolling up and steaming like a tea kettle

These n*ggaz falling off like cheap bezels

If you feel offended then sue me bet you my team settle

So what you talking is irrelevant

Work hard for ours we ain't living off a settlement

Or worse then jerks who be living off embezzlement

Oyster P roley like "where the hell the bezel went"

Bust downs yeah they hard to find

Makes it that much hard to sell

N*ggaz say they getting money but its hard to tell

Or o.t but really ain't got no hard for sale

Just some flyers and posters, I'm going hard as hell

So when I sellout shows ya'll know I market well

I ain't just looking for a deal

Because every time I get to rap I get to tell them how I feel

How I feel, really, really feel

Really feel, really, really feel (repeat)

HAMPTON!