Tame One - Tamestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Who else come out or dumb out
Until the weedsack’s attract run out
And jump out of vehicles still in gear
With a beer sticking my tongue out
Cap backwards at rappers
Nowhere half this hyphy
I blaze skady with ladies whose baby daddies don’t like me
So if that bitch you love can’t get you drugs
Upgrade, later, remember and tell her that the Tame has sent ya
Gassed up like a Sentra, popping up like a Civic
Tames lane says, “Do not enter”
So remember not to get in it
That’s a five point ninety-three dollar ticket
Your life is wasted so license and registration
Just sign here and start making payments
Or get your shit suspended, that’s without the animation
I’m all about having patience but fuck public transportation
I use a buspass for a quarter, stash of pure from a transfer
About a gram or two, no question no answer
I fell in love with selling drugs so I stayed hugging the block
Ducking the cops in Jersey early
If fiends want it or not, I’ll be at the spot
Grinding like a drunk uncle at a wedding
Forget me, ain’t nothing to it but do it
About three or four consecutive producers (Excuse me)
Meant to say exclusives told me how fresh it is to have subliminal messages
Instead of sedatives I was like (yeah yeah i bet it is)
But basically let it live, my role model sold whole bottles
I rep to death, cleaning the slate like an Etch A Sketch
I create with effects taking it there
Checking my fresh, I’m impressed I made it this far
Wait behind you Bustas like my name was Spliff Star
My shit is hardcore to floor
Expected more then I get my credit for with metaphors
Subtle scores on lock like metal doors
You seen my dance and peed your pants
You trying to do the moves but you too flatfooted like Puma shoes
I’m agile where the shit is fragile
I had you, I’mma rep, I’ve been winning since the beginning
With women trying to check, I’m suitably cute
I’m physically hung, I’m facially fly
I’m international pimping across the racial divide
Cause I decide who ought to be more this side of the Earth
Providing the verse making doctors and the nurse work for merch
I’m selling shirts twenty dollars a pop
And pocket change for Tame is to purchase dirty herbal’s of pot
This old whack bitch called me an addict
Saying my habits disturbed her so I distracted her
Bent her over backwards and started working her
I’ll be on the passenger side of Acuras
With black actresses rolling by top down blowing la in the sky
Know when I’m high, gotta duck down and turn the music up
Doing too much, start up every day with some haze and a Dutch
Little mamma puff but her rolling game is a cluster fuck
I roll it for her, hold it towards her, let her take a puff, ash it, pass it, blast it
Playing no Jersey bastard or acid tab vocab
Parallel universe phat shit, this is that shit
Rap shit, play it backwards ~~or~~ forwards or towards
The final destination, I’m from the club sensation’s
Generation dating myself, hating myself with medication
For a bag of that shit, lets get back to this shit