Bambu - Menacing Looks [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Krondon]
You already know what it is nigga, if you don't by now you should. Huh, probably never would. S.A.S. Strong Arm Steady gang nigga. Krondon Dizaline's my name. Bambu de Pistola. Aye

[Scratch Hook samples King Tee 'The Coolest'] {​x2}​
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"And I come from L.A."
"My rhymes are essential"
"Master of the ceremony 24/7"
"And I come from L.A."

[Verse One: Krondon]
Young boys hidden at ten
Before the street lights ignite
And leave 'em spread to the wind, the high life
What makes a reverend sin? The back slider
And hide, with sexy twins in the church choir
Soul provider, in the CL Smooth
True blue sailing on a ocean cruise
Marriott, gourmet kicks
Apple apricot the various
You have not
Business sharp as a swift sword, Camelot
Hot as cayenne pepper, Porsche, the black top
Horse emblems
Piranha's pose polite, friends pretending
To malfunction
The alpha
Annotated analog through word data
Chemical break down, decoded my brain matter
The reefer could never replace
The memories I erase
Get deeper

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[Verse Two: Bambu]
Young man get in that house and tell the lookout
There's something crazy out in the street, so bring a tool out
Devils play in streets that carry the names of saints
And angels as halos look like bandannas cover your face
Yeah, the opportunity to shoot a house up
Is right around the corner, hit the lights and light the house up
Kids would rather Wii or PS3 or PSP
And become numb to the gunshots all in the background
They gon' make you a marine
Check, nothing gon' really change
Unemployment rate, real estate
Government funding ain't nothing if money is moving from out of the state
Strong Arm Steady gang, ready aim at city hall
Soul Assassin style, who just grab pistols and can't brawl
Kids get screwed up with the music I give 'em
Rest in peace Eyedea, tell Dilla we all miss him
Arms raised like Angela Dav', past and present tense
And in the end I be licking blood off my fist like DJ Pen
Many men would wish death upon me
Ironically those men carry gold badges and terrorize my street
You can find 'em in a board room plotting my end
Pack a lunch motherfucker I was raised...

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