Fresh OJ - Trouble On My Mind (remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: CManeech]
Uh, Yeah, No Pulp
Spittin to the death of my opponent
Nobody ever had me
Full House of Rhymes like I Mary-Kate and Ashley
Fans ride me I carry them like a caddy
And Haters will need operations like Milton & Bradley
Killing them happy and gladly with no guilt
When Oj’s in the game these other crews just get spilt
I’m ballin like Wilt/ big like I’m on stilts
And eatin beats I’m always hungry on the mic I’m Uncle Phil
The appetite is right/ my outside is white
But the words that I spit are colorless when I recite
These bombs I drop heavily
Gun is aimed steadily
Trigger finger ready to pull if you offending me

[Hook: Pusha t (Original song)]
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind

[Verse 2: KillaBThunThunnun]
Call this that Cassius Clay flow/ Shit sting like a blow
Job from the bitch that bite down to the core
Fresh to death but still dirty in my prime
Maybe thats the reason that I got trouble on my mind
Awaken by the thoughts of my past and the fears
Keeps me from the sorrows used to pour with my tears
But fuck these sorrows I’m bout to go sick
Young with my flow like my name was fuckin Nick
So got problems but a nigga ain’t trying to fuckin kill
But fuckin pop shit off like a rave wit a pill
Two shots to the heart leave a nigga colder than ever
Leavin people speechless, He- Helen Keller
And I patrol like a menace/ bull rushin like Dennis
Cross shot like tennis/ flow so long its endless
Oj, she lovin the crew
Fuck the bitch at the holiday inn like Jrue

[Hook: Pusha t (Original song)]
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind

[Verse 3 JP]
Uh
I’m what they call a monster
Causing havoc I’m linning take a spot on the roster
Just watch me/ rising up like a star you can’t stop me
New York City stand up
We the illy fuck Philly
Get a milli/ I’m a take a chilly pilly while I killy this beat
Uh
Steady on my grind and I’m blowing up like a bomb
Tick Tick you hearing it in my rhyme
Troubling fumbling stumbling over my mind
Charizard flow/ fire in every line
I’m not kind/ get in line/ your behind
Rosa Parks past times in the present
Doing future lines
I’m going ham, I’m crazy
Gotta keep my composure
Something like a choir fucking up with no composer
Im a closer/ shots in the fourth quarter
Black and yellow mamba
No James no Poser

[Hook: Pusha t (Original song)]
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my min