Deuce - Ambitionz Az A Ridah [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Truth]
Hollywood in the building
Ayo Deuce, where the pistols at?

[Chorus: Deuce]
And I won't deny it, I'mma straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Cause yous a bitch just like the police
And I remember you was beggin' on your knees

[Verse 1: Truth]
I pray to the lord tell him to forgive me for my sins
Not a ticket to heaven just for my own born kids
I'm addicted to the fast life money and drugs
Plus you can't forget the bitches in cali showin' their stuff
I smoke weed pop pills never catch me shootin' them up
I'm a product of prison behind walls is where I grew up
Gettin' money fuckin' bitches bow down to nomad
9 lives newsflash get with the program
Ain't nobody invisible ain't nobody can get it ain't fuck the world homie
It's the people that's in it
And if you a rat homie I got a pistol for that
All that woofin' in my ear; Where that paper or gat?
When you think it's all over; lights out I'm gone
I got 9 lives homie correct me if I'm wrong
All eyes on me til' I return
The truth nothing else; my word is my bond

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Deuce]
Leaders ain't got no fuckin' lessons for their enemies
Plus I'm livin' all your fuckin' dreams and your fantasies
I got some G's that'll wake you up and take a felony
I got some G's that'll break you up, I call 'em Makaveli
Whoa! Don't get it twisted I'm just tryna keep it friendly yo
Go to church, keep it real, that's my antidote
But I'm Aron; I just wanna be in Hollywood Undead though
I think I'm really cool cause I can sip on 40's
Until my mommy gets so mad at me and sends me home
I'm everything everyone wanted to be
In Hollywood everyone keeps on callin' for me to disgrace
You ain't even gotta bet a TV, ha
I turn bitches into monkeys and apes
Voodoo dolls, brass knuckles I got magic for days
If I can smell your girl's vagina from a mile away
Then I can give you brain damage on any given day

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: GML]
Now I'mma confess you can bet that I'mma do what I gotta do
The thug in me nigga got me sportin' this colla blue
Bailin' through niggas hate the color for fucking ball
Real keep it real I don't bang I set it off
And got hood less so I grew through this bitch like it don't mean shit
Still tryna get rich and got bad habits
So I'm pleasin' my addictions with a chronic and convalesce 8 along with these bitches
I'm hood homie so all eyes on me when I'm bailin' down the block that's why I'm glued to my Glock
And bring pain like rain fuck an umbrella
It's GML up in this bitch
So when you fuckin' tell it; say it right bitch now don't fuck around
I'm on the people got it locked like Nero Brown

[Chorus]

[Outro: Deuce]
Yeah, I know you mad homie
But you still can't see me
Yeah, 9 Lives, Undead, GML
You know you love this shit, yeah