Thug Life - Bury Me a G [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Thinking back, reminiscing on my teens
A young G getting paid over dope fiends
Fucking off cash that I made
Nigga, what's the sense of working hard if you never get to play
I'm hustling, staying out till it's dawn
And coming home at 6 o'Clock in the morning
Hand's on my Glock, eyes on the prize
Finger on the trigger when a nigga ride
Shooting craps, busting niggas out the door
Pick my money off the floor, God bless the tre-four
Stuck on full, drunk again
Sipping on gin with a couple of friends
Say them Thug Life niggas be like major pimps
Sticking to the rules was a major sin
And if I die, let it be
But when it come for me, bury me a G

[Chorus x2: 2Pac]
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches
Even when I die, they won't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G

Verse 2: [Mopreme]
More trouble than the average
Just made 25 and I'm living like a savage
Being a G, it ain't no easy thing
Cause you could fuck around, get crossed and get stuck in the game
And for the rest of your life you will sit and reminisce
Wonder why it had to end like this
And to the G's you can feel my pain
Until the motherfucker gets born again

[Verse 3: Rated R]
You thought it was a game kid, I'm not the nigga for playing game
I let my buckshots ring when I pull the trigger on my gauge
I'm on the rampage making runs for the Devil
Ain't nothing on my mind will get me into trouble
I'm tryna ride no more loves for me hard to figure
Get a nigga, smoke a blunt or it's a jury starts (Break yo self)
I gives a fuck nigga stuck outta luck when I bust
Pull me to my death but I'm a G to the enemy

[Hook x2]

[Verse 4: Big Syke]
I got nothing to lose so I choose to be a killer
Went from banging to slanging, now I'm a dope dealer
All my life paid the price to be the boss
Back to school, broke the rules on getting tossed
Popping rocks on the block was a past time
Pack a .9 all the time, you wanna test mine?
Don't cry, I die before they play me
From the cradle to the grave, bury me G

[Verse 5: Macadoshis]
Straight thug kicking it with the homies in the hood
Getting drunk, smoking blunts, my bitch said I'm no good
I gives a fuck I spend my time in the dope spot
Never had no time for no bitch instead slanging rocks
And busting caps on you punk ass marks
Fake ass G's, bitch niggas with no heart
I'm staying real till I'm 6 feet deep
So when a nigga gone, just bury me a G

[Hook x2]

[2Pac]
Stuck on full, Tanqueray got a nigga high
Lord knows I don't need another DUI
I led a Thug Life, heartless hustler
Just cause I fuck don't mean I trust her
Now my pagers vibrating, can't sleep
So I'm mobbing to the ho's house, bumping Isley
"Is it cool to fuck?" Is what I'm asking
Bitch recognize game and started laughing
Now I'm all in those guts and shit
Praying that a nigga don't nut too quick
Cause I'll fuck and get up, I'll let you know
I'll be a 10 minute brother for a $2 ho
Lots of ho's get mad and shit
I let a trick be a trick, you can have that bitch
Cause I doubt if I change, the game's a motherfucker
Real niggas turn to busters, Bury Me a G

[Hook x6]