Chubby Jag - I'm On One Freestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag]
Ok, hell no they can't fuck with mine, I've been on my fucking grind
I define crack nigga rewind back, I do this all the fucking time
Had you niggas ducking, if he bucking then I bust a nine
Fuck around and break a nigga neck, I'm on my Busta Rhymes
You should see how all these bitches act when niggas bust a rhyme
That shit turn to hella' brain, she just let me fuck her mind
I ain't on my Jason Terry, I told my coach fuck the pine
All this ice around this clock, wonder why a nigga like fuck the time
I be in my Cali back, South Central made a nigga
Killing till they pay a nigga, I know they gon' hate a nigga
Fuck with Cass he got my back, for him I will slay a nigga
All he gotta do is ok a nigga, I'm a come around and O.J a nigga
Chubby fuck this boy holmes, I just know that boy gone
I suggest it's time you quit, don't end up like Roy Jones
Lost a lot of weight but gained a lot, that got the boy strong
Thought my man was locked for murder, guess y'all had the boy wrong
Smooth and I got that bounce, surrounded by this money I forgot that account
I don't need no smoke, I would keep your ho
I don't need your dro, I just copped that ounce
Got that pipe and she got that mouth, she got that ass and I knocked that out
Car got a roof I'm a drop that out, cartier on let me rock that out
Swear a nigga on one, and the way we party
If the cops ain't here they gon' come
Got a problem pull up with a long gun, and kill everybody I'm gone one
Niggas down right tripping, they just fake
See we great, see we gone and they just hate
To see me on to sound like Pippen, I ain't tripping just want to make a name
High off joints, paper planes
Coka in my pocket though, I'm so close I can taste the fame
Lemonade on lemonade, so close you could taste the chain
I wish I could fuck them all, lately I've been on my Drake and Wayne
They want me to make a change, I just want to make some change
They see how I jump on other niggas beats and make it bang
Sounds like a nigga need more shine, I don't mean no groupie ho
Treat them bitches like Eddie House, hell no you don't get no time

(New crib, New money, new chain
In the booth you can see the poop stains
Batman paint on a brand new whip, got a nigga feeling like Bruce Wayne) x2
Gone