Vic Spencer - The Newport 500 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1: Vic Spencer

Vic is a bastard Vic is a savage Vic is fantastic
Cover my head up with plastic I'm still rapping
Attacking my predators me myself and I are the competitors
Off with ya scull, that's how I got ahead of ya
Line them fucking weak ass niggas up in a line like Jordan
Take two of my bars and call my ass in the mornin
G file shit for real, flow ill, sneakers kosher dill.
Potent kill right after the social meal
Give me 50 seconds and the weapon will be loaded to shoot
Shoot the tree off the boot how you running for the loot?
Blow fruit with chick name Chiquita
She sucking on my banana before she say nice to meet ya.
Theyooon een get it, I fuck up albums with one snippet
I'm very gifted not a Christian so my daddy is Christmas
Pay all my enemies a friendly visit.
I break up weed on the hottest rapper concert ticket
Send out my look-a-like for promo, spaced the fuck out like Hanz Solo.
The L producto look just like a churro
Newport Goose and pineapple juice in a Starbucks mug
She stay close to my crib but she far from a slut
Kool-Aid in the the Stanley Cup for the hood guzzlers
You fruitbase You too late eat sulfate suck it up
Monster Mike for Prezi I'm blazin' with Justin and Yesi
My wave crack a levy I like my chick thick as shit like Effey.

Verse 2: Monster Mike

Ridin round with some assholes, they just tryna #freecasso,
I'm just tryna cake a lil bit with the lil bitch with the ass though
I'm a cheesehead fuck the pack tho, really really love the pack tho
Ant back finna go crazy, I ain't that crazy, miss Zack tho,
He a young nigga with a old soul, fuck niggas want no smoke
All the stain boys be my main boys, all the lame boys got no hoes
If they found some then them hoes dry I can merch them niggas got no hose
Got the perfect lyrics and my flow cold, need a verse I need about 4 os
Even though I got a lotta cuties, never naked got a lotta nudies,
I just really do a lotta coolin, sorry baby she was talkin to me
Know it ain't really shit, really shit, if it is then I'm gone
Really hate a bitch, never chase a bitch, all that shit trayvon,
All that shit just borin, I ah rather rap start tourin
Get a vape I ain't finna torch shit, try to beat X with a torchic,
Like firefighters but I hate police, they just gotta stay away from me
Ion care i got my gang with me all the 197s hang with me
That be obvi, that's forever that's that shit right where my arm be
And my other arm, you know ion be drawin word to sante,
Smokin dope we do it often, finna tweak like we be coughin
I be high as hell for real like I think I weed might by problem
That be crazy, but I think it's cool I be goin crazy,
I be tweakin I be listenin to my shit like this amazin,
I be chillin with the chillum if I'm missin it Facin
Love my niggas but I been in love with Facin
(#philme)

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Verse 3: Vic Spencer

I love it when my buttons is pressed
Cliche niggas wear LRG to Panda Express
Eating chicken watching Sundays Best,
Throwing up on this beat the Grind House is a mess
Cram Slam bars in a medicine chest
Produce lettuce damn I'm ahead of the rest
Niggas don't stand a chance nigga you weak you couldn't stand on ants
After I beat ya ass I do my own war dance
Rest in peace to lil keytwaun, my group home nigga
I wish I had the the power for him to regain vigor
Victor The pick of the litter you need to consider
I don't do yom kipper gyro burger from wicker
Had a dream I signed to Stones Throw made the news
And then the haters A throw stones at the God like Jews
Choke em out with his confederate flag
Finish ya life with a shovel and bag
I know these fuckin devils is mad