The Weathermen - Made You Shit Your Pants [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One: Copywrite]
My next album's gonna come with lotion home skillet
You can go fuck yourself if you don't feel it
All I took is liquor, marijuana, six strippers in a sauna
Pen and pad, now I got buzz quicker than Nirvana
First, you non violent, now you in your verse wildin'
Your only Criminal record is BDP's first album
Cop purple haze and be the first to blaze
When cops roll up everybody in my circle stays
Fuck your baby mama on Mother's Day
Dump my blunt ashes in that bitches purse when she turn her head the other way
I'm foul, and don't give a shit what a motherfucker say
Live it up till each minutes up we might not get another day
In a truck, tinted up, yeah I'm spending but, this chick don't know that
Till after she licks my bozack
Get my Prozack, I'm like Tony Soprano
The way I kill Big Pussy and my bitch don't know that

[Hook: Copywrite]
They shooting!
Aw, made you shit your pants
Better call your bitch, forget your mans
Speaking of his, playboy she mine now
Where my Weathermen at? Follow the dime cloud

[Verse Two: Cage]
PSK playing I'm saying neurotic shit
Look to the clouds ask for the Weather and got it
Whether I'm potted, I'm blotted out, absorb shit
Cause only five percent really don't want to be corporate
Most of ya’ll favorite artists made ya’ll slaves to garbage
The influence they drop will rape the corpses
Then it's off to the living for cannibalism, no kidding
Cause rap is dying but they ain't make no ribbon I'm thinking
Of the stress, and the air I breathe through
Drugs don’t fund terrorists, SUV’s do!
But ya’ll don’t want me to point it out I'm assuming
Just remember to turn on and tune out, after you tune in