Twista - American Gangsta [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in God we trust
I'm just a American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in God we trust
I'm just a American gangsta

[Verse: Twista]
Chi-town bred
Cause I gotta rep my city to the death
Annihilate them till I don't see nothing left
Remember I spit it for the bitches
Now I'm spitting for the thugs
Hat cocked to the right
Hat cocked to the left
Brother it's a formal
It's a focus on ya chest
I spit it for the Lords, and for the Folks and for the Crips and for the Bloods
I'm like an American Dream
Roll to the Green, with the Souls and the Breeds and the Cobras and Kings and the 2-16
Millimeter bullets from the niggas that
Trying to do opposite
They don't really wanna see how psycho I can get
I don't really see a motherfucker stopping this
Trying to come at us, you facin' the the apocalypse
.40 cal will have ya screaming, I don't wanna die
I am becoming nauseous with the fake thugs
So it's love
To the real G's and all the bosses
To the niggas in the caller case
That got into it big
To get what nobody gave us
We was born into this system, so don't be mad at what you made us
Pull the pistol and cock it and bust in the sky
One time for the U.S, for turning my niggas to gangstas cause getting money is what they do best
Hard to fight like I ever did like Al Capone
Gangstas is bosses
K-town is the motherfucking hood, the Rock is the company, come and step into my office

[Hook]
American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in God we trust
I'm just a American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in God we trust
I'm just a American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in God we trust
I'm just a American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in God we trust
I'm just a American gangsta

[Verse: Twista]
Forever see me in a 'lack
Got work but ya never see me in a pack
A motherfucker said he never seen me with a strap
And I heard a motherfucker say he don't see me up in the hood
Lil' nigga I don't see you, cause homie my hood is worldwide, and getting money is what we do
Make ya knee joints lock when I freak you
Hit the 3 point shot like Hedo
Turkoglu up in the game
You killing the game like Pac, nigga we point Glocks like he do, see you
No one will recognize I'm the maker of the Midwest
I'm like for real?
Controversy in the middle...
I guess I'm like Shaquille
You can go on feel like ya feel
Nigga know the hands I like to kill
But if you can hit me with the bangs
Lil' cheap for shit, let's strike the deal
Got my psychos in the city rolling with me
Always ready bust a cap at the king like duuu
I can bury ya bodies like an animal
Because I'm a cannibal, I eat a nigga like food
Ripping through your flesh so I can devour the heart
Music is my playground, but if the rapping don't get you, I hit this head with the back of the pistol until this bitch nigga lay down
And no competition I had to be fucking a twig?
Whoever coming for me gangsta, I'm a get it every time I wanna get it. I'm living proof
It's a category F5

American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in god we trust
I'm just a American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in god we trust
I'm just a American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in god we trust
I'm just a American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in god we trust
I'm just a American gangsta