DJ Drama - Intro [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Tahaha
I heard somebody say, "Dram, where you been at?
Swiff D!
I said, "You ain't been paying attention to the game?
My DNA's everywhere!"
Tune, please remind these niggas

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Uhh
Kiss more, care less, bare chest, tattoos
Big chain, fat jewels, coupe on Shaq shoes
That dude bad news, rob, hijack? Cool
Black heart, black tool, crack on that spoon
Crack on that spoon, backbone don't bend
Them shoot at Tune, that boy don't flinch
I don't shoot back, I pay for that hit
And wait for that call that say, "We caught that fish"
(Gangsta Gri-zillz!)
Homeboy got life, slap on that wrist
We bout' to start puttin' price tags on them bricks
Kidnap wifey, get facts from that bitch
My bitch hyphy, relax on that dick
Shake hands with killas, break bread with homies
Not with these hoes; that's a threat, not a warning
I'm a pimp under pressure, got the Smith and the Wesson
Got the A and the K; tell them niggas to spell it
I'm the shit and the urine, smell and whiff and inhale it
Quick to snap in a flash and get that picture developed
I cut your head off and wear it; I break ya legs; get to steppin'
She suck the red off a cherry, bandanna red, Bloody Mary
I smoke a blunt in the mornin'; I smoke a blunt after that
I give some bread to my homies; I don't want none of it back
I wear the crown when I sleep, I wear the crown when I fuck
I tear it down when I fuck, I read the Bible at one
I play the hand that was dealt, I got a deck full of aces
I gave birth to your style, I need a check for my labor (Damn!)
I need a tech with a laser for the hecklers and haters
I ain't sure about heaven, I need a recommendation, yeah!
Incarceration, with molesters and rapers
Late at night in they cell, hear them confessin' their prayers
I'm a professional player, intellectual player
It's about a ton a piece for the testicle weighers
Undetectable sprayers, make a mess like some crayons
Dead men can't talk, and to heck with a séance
Be expectin' the chaos, be expectin' the chaos
Young Money, motherfucker, we expect you to pay us
I'm gone!

[Outro: DJ Drama]
Depending on how I'm feelin'...
This might be the last time I tell you niggas
It's about the quality, it's about the streets
But most importantly... it's about the music!
DJ Drama!
Volume Two!
Tahaha...
Oh, yeah!
I'm still here!
Don't you ever forget!
Suckas!