Dopetrackz - Get off My D [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus One: Dopetrackz (x1)]


Tell the D.A
Get off my d*ck

Why the f*ck
You wanna prosecute me?

Cuz they say
I done did some sh*t

These f*ck boys
They don't know me

Tell the police
Get off my d*ck

Why the f*ck
You wanna lock me up?

Cuz they say
I done did some sh*t

Well guess what
You got me f*cked


[Verse 1: Dopetrackz]


Court cases got me stressin'
But you don't feel me tho

Up all night
Like Arsenio

Who my best friend ?
My attorney

So all that f*ck sh*t
It don't concern me

Strictly for the Lucci
Gotta get the lucci

I pray to God I beat the case
Like Boosie

You don't like me ?
Sue me

You think I give a f*ck?
I done had killers try to shoot me

Haahnn, yeah
Real shit

Shit can get real
Real quick

Don't get
Caught slippin'

They on the corner
Shootin' like Pippen

Undercovers disguised
Like Transformers

C.I's
Criminal informers

Under surveillance
I swear somebody been tellin'

Know there's dope bein sold
But I ain't the one sellin'


[Chorus Two: Dopetrackz (x1)]


Tell the D.A
Get off my d*ck

Why the f*ck
You wanna prosecute me?

Cuz they say
I done did some sh*t

These f*ck boys
They don't know me

Tell the police
Get off my d*ck

Why the f*ck
You wanna lock me up?

Cuz they say
I done did some sh*t

Well guess what
You got me f*cked


[Verse 2: Lanky Lank]


Dope cases and felonies
I wanna see a million

Starin' at the world in my cell
My livin' hell

D.A bust a nut
Everytime he win

Wanna see a n.i.g.g.a doin twenty
On some petty sh*t

Probation is a set up
Court cases been to jail bruh

I rather do the time
Instead of papers

My n.i.g.g.a ain't a raper
Like gettin moochie and lucci

I say this for my hustlers
Not f*ckboys and busters

See it on the news
A black kid lose

Walkin' in my shoes
Is what most of us is goin' thru

My rent late
My car note

A bad check
Hate bein broke

Hate goin' to jail
Hate doin' time

D.A say the word
Then I'm doin it for all my life

Doin' tewnty five
When I'm twenty five

Only make me wonder what these
Crackers really feel inside


[Chorus Three: Dopetrackz (x1)]


Tell the D.A
Get off my d*ck

Why the f*ck
You wanna prosecute me?

Cuz they say
I done did some sh*t

These f*ck boys
They don't know me

Tell the police
Get off my d*ck

Why the f*ck
You wanna lock me up?

Cuz they say
I done did some sh*t

Well guess what
You got me f*cked


[Outro: 2pac Speaking]