Young Roddy - You Know [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Young Roddy]

I bet a real bitch gon' pick up when a real nigga call girl
I'm tired as hell with no days off
That pussy good I might dose off

I bet a real bitch gon' stay there if her man get locked behind bars
Homie call home like "what my son doin'? and keep my kitty cat warm for me"

I bet a real nigga gone stand tall whenever times gettin' mad hard
Boy, we raised up on that G-Code, its trap life like its legal

I bet a real nigga gon' take care of them kids, fuck them broads
Boy, Its heartless out here, had to hustle
I don't want none of that for my youngin'

Like Big Cid I get money, til' God callin' my number
Tryin to make it out of this jungle, Smoke that la-li-la for my troubles
Was flat broke, no stuntin, so that la-li-la a get money

Them shots ringin', they bustin', got my block hot as a oven
I'm young rich and I'm famous
I can't forget about thuggin'
They say I'm all the way buggin', SMOKE THAT REEFER ALL UP IN PUBLIC
I'm lickin' shots at them haters, stay the fuck away from my huddle.
Either way them hoes gon' feel me, tell them niggas hate it or love it nigga

[Hook: Young Roddy]

You know.....Nigga you know
I'm tryin' to see what her neck like
Its Jet life to my next life

You know.....Nigga you know
I been busy stacking that cake up
Tryin' to get my weight up

You know.....Nigga you know
I'm highed up on that good shit
I'm all about that "Good Sense"

You know.....Nigga you know
And they ain't talking 'bout nothin'
If they ain't talkin' 'bout money nigga

[Verse 2: Trademark Da Skydiver]

Hol' up, they know
When that loot get slim, they better lay low
Me and the clique pop up like eggos
And lay ya balls down for that pay roll

I'm all about that cheddar.....pepper jack, alfredo
You won't see manana, comin' short of my pesos
Now bad bitches, I take those
AJ Beats, I slay those

Lungs full of that killer, killer
I'm on fire like ray co
I drops bomb all on the track
They can't handle my pay load

Its mingo baby, I'm in beast mode
I only go by the G-Code
I keep it trill with my people
I'm a lot this high, they equal

I'm on another level from these niggas, No, I can't see you
Stop worryin' about what we do
These lame niggas so see through
Got a lil older, and made some change now all of sudden you G too

I don't think so
You still a lame-o
You gets no love, that's how the game go
I remain O...G for sure, No L's but who keepin' score

Kushed out and I'm sittin' low
Stackin' grands, mackin' hoes
Talk is cheap to a nigga like me
If you ain't speakin' 'bout that dough....nigga

[Hook: Young Roddy]
You know.....Nigga you know
Im tryin' to see what her neck like
Its Jet life to my next life

You know.....Nigga you know
I been busy stacking that cake up
Tryin' to get my weight up

You know.....Nigga you know
I'm highed up on that good shit
I'm all about that "Good Sense"

You know.....Nigga you know
And they ain't talking 'bout nothin'
If they ain't talkin' 'bout money nigga