Two-9 - Sidney Poitier [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Key!]
Lemon squeeze for currency, I don't think you huring me
I'm itching for that check up, said my fingertips is burgundy
Blicka-blicka-blucka ugh, ooh I had to take it there
All these niggas actin' cuz, That Sidney for the Poitier
Lean, mean, drilling machine; take a bitch and poke her spleen
Ring-ring, call her for some seconds on the ding-a-ling
No no mami, no double-dip, I'm sticking to the covenant
Mother-fuck the government. couple optimos in the freeze cup
Rubber grip em man, and make a mother fucker freeze up
*mumble mumble*

[Verse 2: JesusMunchies]
A youngin all about a dollar, send me to the label
I'mma tell them niggas holler. Even back when I was ten
Seen neighbors shot down, had us pouring out gin
The preacher made us pay, So I ain't listening to him
Nintendo 64's... bumpin "juice and gin"
It's still "fuck the police", four dogs with no leash
East side, tippin' in my G-ride, jesus!
He's just high... don't call me for no shit
If you somebody I know, now you know, lil bitch
Don't call for no *mumbles* you know me lil bitch...

[Verse 3: Skii]
Ugh! I look like baby jesus. town's far from nazareth
Joint smell all hazardous, over there in the labyrinth
Ugh!, nothing like dope money,it's profits of the relahpse
The first time with the soft, I fucked up the re-rock
I'm dodging commissary, I ain't tryna be in your C-block
I'm thinking foreign ballin' got the mind of Vlade Divac
Yeah! my young loc, done got them piru's in the tree-tops
I fuck my hipster bitch,she say I'm the reason why her knees knock
Ugh!... You know what? you know I don't do movies
Mommy told me do the right thing; but mother-fuck a mookie
Ugh!... You know what? you know I don't do movies
Mommy told me do the right thing; but mother-fuck a mookie

[Verse 4: Frankenstein]
Ugh! New everything, got me lookin like Matilda
That bathing ape, got me looking like the dos equis man
Triller than a fiddle, spilling liquor in the skillet
It's a blizzard on the news, Q-bishop with the billets
Still a swill merchandiser, mister willie miller. killer
Pistol in the cereal and this ***** we go hand in hand
That pan daddy, I'm krillin wit this pimpin'
Y'all marry hoes and I just ain't in the christmas spirit
Grinch. hah, I stand here from it, under the anvils umbrage
And watch my damier luggage, I am. 2.2 pounds, you're barely
125 grams, wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money
Nigga