Three 6 Mafia - Ridin' in the Chevy Pt. 2 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Lord Infamous]
Yeah fool, lord infamous back in the studio
With the paul and lord infamous Come With Me To Hell Part 2
My nigga juicy in this motherfucker what's up man

[Juicy J]
Yeah I know what time it is we finna do the ridin in the chevy
Part 2 on y'all ass you know what I'm sayin
It's on fool

[Hook - Repeat 13X]
Ridin in the chevy as we also smoke the icky mane

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
We finally got a warm day it’s straight in january see
I hopped out of my drop top once again we rollin chevy
Pearl paint, quarter green top, and them gold Ds
Dirty bitches choosin I can't go, I just say hoes please
Ballin clean past I'm holdin tight to my woodgrain
System bumpin greatest hits, weed smoke invade my brain
Time to get it sprayed, niggas steal every color I get
Everytime I make one up some fool tr-iz-y to come with it
Smokin on a dime boy, then the (?) said 35
Higher than a mile above the moon on that black haven side
Sturdy inhalin on some satan the lord knows I can't live without it
Everytime a flame penetrates some bud I wanna shout about it
But these niggas kill me when that's all they wanna do
Pockets fucked up, but they still wanna get fucked up, you's a damn fool
So I be like watchin you fools goin down like every single day
While I ride clean, drop top and mean, chevrolet, busta

[Hook - 11X]

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Scopin these niggas out on the next block cause I know that they ho asses pushin them pounds
They blew my whole sale, fuckin up my mail so I gotta close 'em down
They got niggas standing 'round with much artilary, but scarecrow not scared
Fuckin up my damn buisness, I call up the triple six, we catch them tricks unprepared
A partner of mine said they brought in some ??? rackin plenty of stacks
I brought up my niggas, we polished the triggers I figured its time for the jack
Paul took the side, Skinny took the back, Koop took the ??? front
My nigga Mal took out the window with the ?mossberg? pump
I started droppin niggas runnin out into the parking lot
Skinny started popping tricks at the back dawg, he grabbed bout a pound of crop
My nigga koop blasted them niggas, we missed them on the roof
Paul running with the tech, and a vest, he blast them bitches and grabbed the loot
Dead bodies were scattered all over the cut, we drove off up in the smoke
Now we got plenty money bitch, and we gonna serve plenty of dope
There's no survivors, just the blood scattered all over the place
We built our smoked out loced out in the fuckin chevrolet

[Hook - 8X]

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Is it that marijuana that got my mind clickin
Could it be irk and jirk that got me straight trippin
Dippin through the breeze you so clean paul you so mean
A nigga drunk as hell, liqour flowin through my bloodstream
Flaggin down hoes on the road, roll to the cut
Honeycolm Hideout, where them niggas be smoked out on them blunts
Malachi, you so high, let me hit that grapefruit gin
Jumped back in that pearl thang, doin about 110
Grin on my face, cause I kno I'm bout to make it rich
Triple six mafia 95 yeah we runnin shit
Niggas know the score, I'm ten toes on these funky hoes
Everytime you see the chevy ridin it be full of smoke

[DJ Paul Talking]
Aw yeah nigga ridin in the chevy for the 95 three 6 mafia in this ho
Don't forget to look out for the tape though you know what I'm sayin'
We in this motherfucker bitch, for the 95, you niggas can't fuck with us biaaaaaaaatch

[Hook - 'til fade]