Emilio Lopez - Way Past 8 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
"You assholes do exactly what I say or I will take you outside and FUCK YOU IN THE STREET!"

[Verse One]
Mr. Lopez
Was interrupted while I was beatin' the toto
Phone call: my homies say "Your nigga's talkin' loco"
Little do they know goin' at Lo is a no-go
Jab like foto so I don't need the fo'-fo'
Unlike these bitch niggas who resort to quick triggers
I'm writing sixteens till they go for six figures
Every eight bars I should see my neck and wrist splitter
Out of all these new cats, I'm the pick of this litter
Best believe it
Every move I make's strategic
I'm humble but at times I know I can be conceited
Like when I write a rhyme
Or when I kick a flow
Or when I kick a dime
Or when I kick the door
Ya'll motherfuckers should have never got on my nerves
The last thing you'll hear is my laugh, my words
Every time you hear about some hot shit, it's my song
I'mma rub it in your face till they tell me I'm wrong

[Hook x2]
Everybody always acting like they loco
Niggas ain't loco, I bust 'em in the boco
You don't know what that mean? I bust you in the face
Niggas act 7:30 but I'm way past 8

[Verse Two]
Pass the dutchie cause I'm way past baked
And according to the year, I am way past late
I got the itch, yeah I crave that cake
I want to swim in a pool of money: make that lake
Uh-huh, I fuck a bitch till she make that face
Then she hop up out of bed and she make that plate, yeah
You think you nice but you ain't that great
You might be 7:30 but I'm way past 8
And looking at the nine, it's about that time
I used to push dimes, now I'm on that digital grind
I'm a firm believer that we live in critical times
I wish I wasn't born with such an analytical mind
But I'm grateful to the gift that I was given to rhyme
But you're the type of dude that did it just to fit in the lines
While in the underground, but thinking of a different design
If you ain't shootin' for the top then why you spittin' the rhymes?

[Hook x2]

[Verse Three]
Mister L-O, P to the E-Z
Love my weed strong and I like my hoes sleazy
Choke a nigga just for disrespect, no sheezy
So for future reference, I don't take no feces
So easy, the way I lay my flow down
Rappers want beef? We can Bobby Flay throw down
I think you're shit's hot, 'specially with no sound
Got morenos in the streets, swearing that my soul brown
Old niggas hate me cause they see the potential
Young boys jealous cause I got the credentials
Everybody want to try me, want to size me
But I do 'em like R. Kelly got done by Isley
With no help, just me and myself
Fuck love, I'm focused on me and my wealth
I'm low key, cause I always be on my stealth
Your bitch was just here, I think she peed on herself, yeah

[Hook x2]