Wiki - Pretty Picture [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
We some mutts, thinkin' that we done?
Dumb. We some mutts, we some mutts, we some mutts

See children, what does it all mean?
It means that dirty money never brings any luck
Naw, it only brings misery and despair and disgrace
Nawmsayin'?

[Verse 1]
I know Tribeca kids seen more bodies than a thug
9/11 yo this shit was bugged
Two bugs splat-assed under Brooklyn
To a lot of cats lookin' back, that's all it was
Thinkin' that we won, thinkin' that we done
Dumb. Tell that shit to my pops' cuz, what
It's like a city slicker, gritty ripper
Of silly stickers with city fixtures, what
Philly splitta
Had to wait, ass gravitate to a pretty figure
Gave me wood, rub and tug, end up with fifty splinters
All these little bitties up in my little bitty fingers
We some mutts, mixed spicks skinny niggas
Say word if these words paint a pretty picture
To every mother with a stroller, eyein' me when I roll up
Know your kid's gonna be just like me when he grows up
Just watch as he gets older
Saggy pants, lang-langin' then kosher
Comin' home late to dinner, he ain't sober
Don't blame it on the way that Wiki do's it
New York will leave you gritty and foolish, it's our city influence
It's the same stupid kids on your stoop gettin' zooted
What you gonna do bitch?
You don't wanna move into the metropolits
Where it's getting polished, but it's still ruthless

[Hook x2]
City slicker, what
Gritty ripper, Philly splitta
What, what, Guinea nigga
Trouble in my eyes, what, city fixture
Say word if these words paint a pretty picture

[Verse 2]
He's just a average-assed cat with a gun they let you shoot
Protectin' who? Strictly for the revenue
Always hear "get over here" brings me total fear
When it goes in my ear, even when I'm sober and clear
It's like they see the trouble in my eyes
I'm drunk, so every cop I see double in my eyes
Against the car, thinkin' of a rebuttal but I'm high
So I can't think of an enough subtle of a lie
Who am I hurtin'? Why are you searchin'?
Why are you ruinin' my day? Aren't you learning?
You don't make no difference, just take those tickets
Make yo livin' takin' his livin'
I hate it, ain't with it
My boy sold, he got taken right in it
Like, I used to sell weed, but it all went to my head
Not for real though, I smoked it all, I ended up in debt
Told my connect, ride by ?
But I write on point, my rhetoric's the best
With the soul of a five-point, resident and stressed
Every time I spit a five-point, ten of it gets bread
But that don't matter now, I'm pendin' for arrest
Murdered some tourists who wouldn't lend me cigarettes
Bettin' that I get life in prison
Might be spittin', bullshit if you like it listen, hype the vision
I brew up that hypertension, DTs got sniper vision, I ain't kiddin'

(Block been out since 9/11)

[Hook x2]