Young Roddy - Robin Givens [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro/Brige - Young Roddy]
These hoes be trippin' Robin Givens
Nigga my palms itchin'

[Verse 1]
Uh, feelin' like these rap niggas ain't no competition
Uh, man them hoes be trippin Robin Givens
I know I'm bout to make that dough my palms itchin'
I'm sorry for callin' these women bitches God forgive me
I stand tall on my own 10 toes niggas
Ask my boy Nipsey Flips and them Hollygrove niggas
Word to 31st I'm killin' every verse
Tell them labels fuck em fool I know just what I'm worth
A few mills or better Marley Mal they tried to tell em
A nigga ain't no joke I'm damn sure ain't no average joe
And I ain't tryna toot my own horn nigga but I'm on
I ask the Lord to give me strength I pray He keep me strong
And I'm just tryna get it right tho, two wrongs don't make a right tho
How he write that hot shit, his crib ain't have no lights tho
I ain't had no diamonds but I always shined the brightest
A nigga went from sleepin' with them roaches and them mices
From eatin' eggs and rice to watchin' my uncle shoot dice
To watch my people struggle from that shit we call life
To fussin' with my girl about some shit from last night
Gotta get it right and keep it right, I sho don't sleep at night
Every time I dosed off I get a phone call
That's probably one of my niggas talkin' 'bout some shit he gettin'
Or probably one of them hoes talkin' 'bout Lord knows
But please take me back to when I had them cornrolls
Without a care in the world just me and my favorite girl
Flow so sick I might walk in this booth and hurl
Feelin' like I'm the illest nigga in this world
Feelin' like I'm the freshest nigga on my block
Pussy niggas scared they know I'm comin' for they spot

[Break]
Good Sense

[Verse 2]
Uh, that liquor got me spinnin' like a ceiling fan
'Bout time I grow up and be a man
Mama said she hate the mail man
Nigga never bring no checks he only bringin' bills man
Word to Bun B I keep it trill man
Ain't never popped no pill I ain't never kill a man
Use to roll in my Monte Carlo bumpin' Killa Cam
Dipset
Now I holla Jet Set
I still don't give a damn fool I still could care less
I'm a dirty ghetto kid who just tryna stay fresh
In Ralph Lauren Rolly on my left arm King Route Teflon
Laughin' at them fuck boys
And even if I fall I get up and keep goin'
Makin' money with my best boy, they tell me I'm that boy
This nigga tryna get some keys to a new toy and park it in my garage
I sleep when I die
Even tho I get sea sick I still want a yacht
Even tho that pussy good bitch I still want some top
The same lil' homie off the block, which block?
31st where we got it out the dirt
Where we learned to flip work
Beef came we shot first
Talk a bitch up out her skirt
Life

[Outro/Bridge]
Feelin' like these rap niggas ain't no competition
Man them hoes be trippin' Robin Givens
I know I'm bout to make that dough my palms itchin'
I'm sorry for callin' these women bitches God forgive me