CB Radio - Wild West Shoot Out II [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: CB Radio]
I'm feeling hotter than the suns blaze
So high I ain't coming down in four days
Can't smoke in the house I'm puffing in the doorway
Spittin' writtens at kittens ha now that's some foreplay
Pass grass relax lets just settle down
Bike tours through the city pushing peddles round
Who let the dogs out we just take them to the pound
Then we picking up some bitches dress them up and hit the town
Making hits, verses travel through the internet
I'm eating good dinner plates silver china sets
Don't believe I rap I just call you a bitch
Can't believe its not butter we making them hits
Damn, so just look at the stats
Give us time plenty rhymes well be bigger than mac
Mac Miller, Mac Donalds and Bernie
We kill beats instrumentals on the gurney

[Verse 2: Don Juan]
Yo I can't believe its not butter its a world war
Aunt Jemima just designed the beats for this world tour
I got my waffle game up, you know its time to leggo
I keep my pocket change up when your girl was prego
And you know I got that raw shit sushi uncooked
Man you just eating dog shit
The haters R Kelly trapped in the closet
I'm on my portebello tip she just found my hogs bitch
We be Hogwarts in it you just Arnold Schwarz in it
And two part jeans unzip them now we shorts in it
I took my back yard put some fucking courts in it
I'm balling everyday so just get up out the way, OK
I think you know its butter and we fooled you
Graduated in four years bitch I just schooled you
Went west VT's in the rear view
And don't worry I ain't gone be fucking with my hair do

[Verse 3: CB Radio]
Smoke a couple Js muthafucka we the highest
Flow so grimy I've been blessed with gingivitis
Where can you find this don't worry well supply hits
You say the game has changing but we keep on dropping classics
We so original and anything but basic
I've been fucking cool since the day I had braces
Second grade third grade eight years old
Don Juan leprechauns chase the paper and gold
But I got it in my pocket and my necklace and my wallet
Yea I bought it so I flaunt it and you haters prolly want it
But you can't have it were so above average
Our flow is so tight like a dick in the ass is
Oh that's some Nicki shit well that's OK I flip the shit
Like flapjacks you back pack frat rappers you ain't spittin shit
Can't believe its not butter bitch we finally back
Don't worry mountain main yo well get you on the next track

[Outro]
I can't believe its not butter bitch
We taking over cuz you know we fucking running shit

I can't believe its not butter