E From The L.O.S.T. - Monster [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[E From The L.O.S.T.]
WESTCOAST!!!!

L.O.S.T.!
Nappy Heads!!!

[Pelon]
"What Up E?!"

[E From The L.O.S.T.] (Verse 1)

Nothin' but my mothafuckin dubs
805 hip-hop, I've got California Love
Cruisin' through the city, Henny pumpin' in my veins
My homey's just as fucked up that's why he's cruisin' both lanes

Swerve into the curb and we just scrape and bring it back
I spill a bottle on my lap and then I laugh and start to rap
Seat leaning back so far I'm almost in the back
We put that shit down in 30 minutes flat

BANG THAT!

Ride like we're on spokes but we're on some fuckin' caps
Besides that we're broke, we'll grab a 12 pack of Pabs
All my fuckin' life I worked an honest 9 to 5
Yeah right, piss into the wind until the day I die

They say I'll die alone. Who gives a fuck? I'm down to risk it
I never met a bitch I'd like to sit and shoot the shit with
Since I was born I've been nothing but a misfit
And if the sky's the limit why they cook it in the business?


[E From The L.O.S.T.] (Verse 2)

2012 is showing promise and it's just around the way
And Daddy is coming back from Grand Pappy's any day
He's gonna be pissed about the party that we threw
We gotta hide the Jersey Shore, and the nukes and all the brew

HOLY SHIT the ghettos and the starving children too!
Hide Kadafi's army with those hookers in my room

Holy Juliani Khan be Bush number 2. Obama bullied by the bayner and will never follow through so...

GET MORE MONEY and GET MORE HOES
Cus getting more is never gonna close nigga rows
I'm going back to Venice with a sign around my neck:
"I'll save you from the rapture for a pack of cigarettes"

I bring hell with me, everywhere that I go
And the cannon that I hold is my ster-e-er-e-o
I've got a bag of blood that I'm giving to the clinics
So the Christians can finally baptize their babies in it


[E From The L.O.S.T.] (Verse 3)

Violent motherfucker, Lost Tribe slays the suburbs
Section 8, raised on toast and butter
Lets give a toast to the slumlord Republican scum bags
Uncle Sam helped my Mother but stole my Dad

America's step child, Daddy says "Be all that you can be"
Now he's crying on his knees while his economy bleeds
Bodybag those bullies with their own greed..
I hope their kids, kids, kids grow up to be JUST LIKE ME!

COME ON!

Mean, bitter, with a taste for the liquor
Fucked up liver, can't sleep cus I shiver
Limbs trembling, no mixing, fuck the lemon
Yelling "Long Live Lenon!" - On Thanksgiving!!!

Drunk Uncle, tell the truth to the children!
If you're not good you'll go to prison
Listen little man, think about your short attention span
Your mind is not a sponge, it's a motherfucking trash can!!