Black Menace - Block Bleeder [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Chorus (All):

I got them whole thangs, I got them liters
I got them fat pounds cuz I'm a block bleeder
Said I got them whole things, I got them liters
I got them fat pounds cuz I'm a block bleeder

(Smitty Da Pimp):
Wake up every mornin', smilin', know I'm feelin' good
Cuz I know I'm bout to go and bleed my whole fuckin' hood
Got that crack, got that weed
Water and syrup, what'cha need?
Seventeen-five for a ki
But twenty-nine-five for the A-1 D
Rock for rock, makin' mine knock
Got your block, I'm makin' it hot
Ain't no sellin' out in the Dirty South, even in the drop a nigga got clout
You wanna a hook? Look my route
Whether you wanna sell or get turned out
Got that shit they talkin' about, that fire syrup and Powyada

Chorus (.5x)

(Insane):
This a Menace Entertainment thang
Insane be the nigga down to bleed the block
Make mad cash then I leave the spot
I don't give a fuck if you like my rocks
I'ma sell 'em til' the muthafuckin' spot get hot
Give it to the next head do it again
What'cha workin' with nigga? Twenty or ten?
Gimme my cash before I crack your chin
I ain't got time to be fuckin' around
Gotta get my pound then break 'em down
Gotta bag up the zone then meet my rounds
Make sixteen hundred then it's goin' down
Me and Black Menace nigga, how that sound?
Boss nigga hook ya up with them liters nigga
Makin' money now we all block bleeders nigga
With them heaters nigga
Gotta see a nigga
To believe a nigga

Chorus

(Threat):
When I see the block is bloody bleedin', I'm not leavin'
Til' I'm receivin' mine, fuck doin' time
Gotta escape the cops, gotta make a drop
Even in a system that'll make ya plop
Put your hustle down and it's gone get worse
Get'cha purse and get out Dogg, or catch a hearse
Whichever come first
I'm down on E, rush in the dark
But I'm heartless gotta keep puttin' it down
Drop the P's or I'll knock the G's off
Ain't no stoppin' if you knock my knees off
All about my G's dog you better ease off when it comes to Threat
Drop the P's or drop the G's ain't no stoppin' me

Chorus

(J-Dawg):
Twenty-One five is what it's gone cost you to see me nigga
Thirty-six ones to get sold
Muthafucka gonna bleed the block
And besides the Glock, and nigga on with that syrup
Make a muthafucka lean like a six four Chevy when it's hot, drop
Put that ass on the ground
Smokin' a lil' herb if you will
Nigga want that kill? Cuz I got them pounds
N.O. to Texas on to Memphis
Nigga won't stop til' the blood bank empty
Bitch I'm a dog to put that simply
Got more blow than Monica Lewinsky
Ain't no nigga out'chea gone pimp me
Nigga fuck that you can keep your front
If you supply it, then I can buy it nigga
Holla me at the first of the month
Ya heard me?

Chorus