E-92 - This Is How We Drop [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: E-92]
It's E-92 running up your fucking block
Quicket Bat cocked, tear you up like a black cock
Doper than the smack doe; all up in your ass, ho
Run up to that flat hot: dad get his cap shot
Glocks sticking out my slacks like extra dicks
In your mother-fucking mouth, tasting like a Twix
Three guns: give a shit. I'll give you a shout
Run up with your clique and your bitch-ass pout
You're the next to get your shit spit out of your wig
****'s grossed out but this is fucking sick
Five Saints clique, man: we rock the fucking spot
N64's pissed cause of my last drop
Bitches don't want no more Steele Jacket
But I'm getting crunk and probably hella ratchet
Me and Ether, Saint John's Road, got that weed fever
But dawg, what I really want is that sweet beaver

[Verse 2: The Etherealist]
Don't fuck with the MadKilla, gorilla, skill-spiller for dillas
I'm building a bigger picture; you 'nilla than fucking Hitler
The sickest whigger to ever hit the fucking game:
It's E-92 blinding you; shining through for fucking days
Five Saints slays; rap's AKs point at your face
Haters fugaze'; devils be just a fucking craze
I'm a-fucking-mazed that you still try'na fuck wit'
I'm rugged. Ether and E be puffing on that crunk shit
You suck dick. Sizzaints is out for the duckets
Lost a few but we be balling and causing a ruckus
Yo fuck this; 92 don't give two fucks
Piss off the Saints and M-80s will get your crew pumped
Glue guns be jetting down your throat: burn your insides
But you love dick so much, it's probably like your Wednesday night
Your gay pride: it shines through when you rap
Bastards get dragged ass-back through acid baths

[Verse 3: E-92]

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