D.C. - I'm Back Hoe [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Beat Intro)

(Verse 1: DC)

Lemme take em way back, to the days that they never cut me no slack/
Had a vision before I had four eyes, was a nice kid before I had to take that/
Why so mean to me, same ones I don't even let em breathe to me, cold and broad shoulders when they try to lean to me/
Momma always said she had the same dream for me, so gifted put that under the tree for me/
That's right I love ya momma, but this here is for the streets/
Always so fuckin' quick to judge, but they never went to court with me/
I ain't never rollin' wit fakes, or snakes, opaques, or flakes, just greats, ya bish/
These boys be throwin' that hate, take a break, go make a steak, ya bish/
If you want that beef, I'm like ecoli, muhfucka/
Real g's move in silence, and I know mimes, muhfucka/
We so high, muhfucka, bad bitch roll the weed and hit it good/
Say that I'm just local, better check my fuckin' pivot foot/
Genie out the bottle yes I wish, I wish, I wish he would/
These bars make him do the thinkin and the time a prison would/

(Hook: DC)

I'm back hoe, I said I'm back hoe/
You hear me? Bitch, I said I'm back hoe/
You fuckin with the realest on these tracks hoe/
And that's facts hoe, D to da?

(Verse 2: DC)

Man On Fire got an empty bodybag, each one of y'all are gonna fill it muthafucka/
When that shit gets full, grab the bowl, and the spoon, time to serial kill these muthafuckas/
Sharp pain, yeah they feel me muthafucka, spit that fire even when the air is chilly muthafucka/
Stayin on my toes, I'll never tear achilles muthafucka, say you realer than the realest, really muthafucka?/
You ain't bout that life, you were never really round that white/
You were never really out that night, you would never really count that right/
That's why you don't get the money, the money get you instead/
How the fuck you sleepin' on me, when you always the one in bed?/
Never buy the bullshit, even when it's on sale dawg/
Cuz the ones that say that they got the drive, are next to the guardrail dawg/
That used car sale dawg, think they whip it tight, cuz they shiftin' right/
They say it's a gamble, but honestly, would you risk your life? I'm back hoe/

(Beat Outro)