Soulja Slim - Souljas On My Feet [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
I'ma roll to the rhythm and just bump to the beat
And stomp with my motherfucking Souljas on my feet

[Verse 1]
Pay close attention, bow, face
Hold up my nigga, I'm stringing up my shoe lace
Black Soulja Reeboks, I been through some shit with 'em
Got fresh pair when it's time to bust a fit with 'em
And they hitting for {?} don't never say them bitches cheap
And if gone sell that {?} you know you ton' make that creep
And if a nigga got stomped in the dance
That Nolia got the charge cause we never used our hands
We left the Reebok print in a nigga face get bucked up off this boot up shit
Now who the bitch in the hospital
Colors on the motherfucking [?]
So put it in a article cause I know y'all never seen nothing like that
Nigga getting stomped by the whole Magnolia Soulja's
Bitch I thought I told ya
The last time in my last rhyme when I used to kick it 49 ('94)
But now chilling, fucking with this so called [?] and caught a brother big dope dealing
Troy he got that boy
Slanging two Glocks by his motherfucking hips
He said "Boys," he ain't believe in that
Motherfucking gat
I [?]
I could see it, it's so easy he's bout to make us
Do a 211 with a chrome AK-47 and the Mac-9, and a 38
I see you in heaven
But yo I'm stunting cause hell is where I'm going
I could see myself getting it right now

[Hook]

[Interlude]
Damn, I forgot the rest of that motherfucking verse man
You understand
KL, I forgot the rest of the verse
Oh I got it, I got it
Here it is

[Verse 2]
Look I'm stranging up my Souljas real tight
Cause ain't no telling what goes on, a nigga's on the flight, aight
Some niggas running through the cut with K's and shit
Representing they fucking sleds like Warren Mays and shit
And I'm trying to get some shelter
Cause ain't no motherfucking hallway gon' help you
You know nephew, but them souljas was ready for that so went to banging back
[?]
I seen a [?] mac
[?]
[?] glass went in my fucking hand
I caught some shelter, my Souljas, they was full of sand
The house I'm in, this nigga said he had a Glock
But them niggas got K's, I'm star poppin' till them niggas stop
They try to get to their getaway car
Look here, that bitch better not be far
Cause if it is, the after effect ain't gonna be nothing nice
I started popping nigga got spooked, dropped his merchandise
Trying to run from a gun but he couldn't make it home
Caught up with him, bust that bitch inside his fucking dome
With the pistol and whistle down to [?] say "I got him"
With a white t-shirt and a white pair of souljas how couldn't I spot him
Now I got him on his knees begging me please
Not to pump him [?]
And left 'em stanking in the 6th street circle
And after ten minutes, that nigga turned green and purple
Now them Souljas wanted for manslaughter
It's the year 2002, I could afford me a lawyer

[Hook]