BBU - Jukin' on Landmines [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]x2
BBU, ADHD we do it for the cause
Juke or die fuck the law
Get yo back up off that wall
Get yo back up off that wall
Get yo back up off that wall
Get yo
Get yo
Get yo back up off that wall

[Epic]
I had a dream the other day that I was dancin’ with Assata
She was pop lockin’, livin’ free without the drama
The problems of tomorrow were left right there on the dance floor
My man’s sporty scene Luther Vandross
We was in Palestine
Jukin’ on landmines
The war was on standby
And shorties with hands high
Tellin’ us don’t stop
It’s givin’ us hope, watch
I’m doin’ the robot
It’s shorties with sure shots(shock?)
An AK, 2Pac: rockin’ some tube socks
Smokin’ a blunt
Singin’ it’s bigger than hip-hop
(?) an’ the shit stop
I’m back in my own crib
I grab my notebook
And that’s when I wrote this
I was like, “Oh shit!
I had just wrote this!”
Stole the soul track
Straight to some juke shit
This BBU shit
Lyrics you move with
It’s a new movement
Go hard or you lose it
Go hard or you—

[Hook]

[Jasson]
So knock if ya buck
If ya’ll give a damn
Then go n’ throw it up
You see that middle finger?
Yeah, nigga, that’s what’s up
See this is for my wipe me down
And my ay-bay-bays
When you see me in the club
Wipe me down o-k-k-k?
Yeah baby girl gon’ pass me by
A boy like me was born on the far side
Don’t even try
I fire at these crackers like it’s Fourth of July!
So fuck any y’all tryin’ to bring the ruckus
Jasson Perez that boy ain’t nothing to fuck with
And if you don’t like it you can get your butt kicked
And if you want conscious, nigga, listen to Rawkus

[Hook]

[Illekt]
Yo, it’s young P. Rico
Fuck a star-spangled banna
Ain’t no need to excuse my manna
Don’t get it twisted
Nah, I ain’t Juelz Santana
But yeahhhh
My crew got bandanas and hammas and we
Rushin’ the White House
On some grammar school shit
Yeah
We just tryin’ get that white out, lights out
Yeah, we jukin’ in celebration
We institutin’ a new declaration
And we got that soul like, De- la
Amd fela Kuti, we make that shit
You can bump in your hoopty
Sittin’ on them daytons and spokes
I’m old school like Kool Keith
So let me clear my throat
Ah-huh!
Ah-huh!
(Ah-hahaha!)