Goodfella - Miami State Of Mind [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
That's the Miami state of mind, mu'fucka
See, I gotta do it one time for the city that raised me
You’ll never see me in Miami Beach
But if you do it’s cause I’m checking out these honeys
You feel me?

[Verse I]
I can't get enough of cinnamon skinned women
With bodies so soft as Persian imported linen
And they’re looking to fuck so you know I’m the villain
Living with cuties, sinning, moving booties that should be
Concealed in a second deadly like weapons, shoot me
I’m the type to die in the movie, only death can subdue me
And the hickies on tities got boyfriends wanting to kill me
So got to leave baby, but you know where to get me
In the hard knocks where they pop clocks
Dabbing the niggas on my block
Five-0 parked, who's clocked stopped?
Dominican dude dead due to narc ops?
They yellow taped the murder scenes
The neighbors heard the scream
Of a hopeless beauty queen raped by a fucking fiend
Another angel that passes heaven’s gate so I’m asking
The pastor, "is Jesus amassing people up in Thugz Mansions?"
Everything happens for reasons the reaper’s evil’s come bashing
Through the masses of blacks, Hispanics, and gringos laughing
Fuck it, save the ruckus, we kicking the bucket someday
Dropping dead like gorgeous women well fed on the runway
For now I’m drinking Bombay, adoring Miami’s glory
See before Ricky Ross slew songs like it was cocaine
Or Ace Hood went on tour with Khaled back in ‘08
I was strapped to blow backs, my note pad was gunplay
Destroying that nigga that nun’s praise – Jesus Christ
When I used MIC’s crucify any man who you think’s too nice

[Hook]
Announcer – Two Minutes. Dosssssssss
Viviani – You vacay in Miami, I bet that you’ll die [Why?]
Some AK’s and mami’s, they dress homicide
Don't mind my Miami state of mind

[Verse II]
Fuck the pleasant shit watch a peasant spit
On lords, kings, fortune 500’s for dead presidents
Benjamin’s and Hamilton’s
Rip the King of Diamond just to LIV in Mansion, son
GoodFella, I’m wrapping any artist worth a hundred grand
In body bags, your body’s trashed in Collins Ave
Your stench is in the air tonight
Just stay in the bench nigga I’m playing the whole game tonight
Miami hot as hell you’ll fail to dwell the Fahrenheit’s
It’s humid out here! You stupid, I fear NO-MAN
Want to go toe-to-toe? Know I don’t joke when I throw hands
The coast knows you’s a hoe on coke like Lindsey Lohan
Scar-facing the American dream and I’m so dope, man
Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, feel I need to as po’ man
Government officials pulling pistols on the court stand
And I refuse to dance off rhythm to the system, no chance
Fuck the law, fuck it raw and fuck you Uncle Sam
Riding ‘round with my kinfolk, wilding out since kids fools
Freestyle’d it out with Pitbull, I was young man, the issue:
Chased cats - tits too, more like a Shiatsu, that’s newborn
Now gruesome, like a blue nose pit, loose!
Things ain’t the same with the fame come changes
Smashed your main chick I don’t know what her name is
And I’m in your playlist all from rocking stages
Eying ends, the Dade County’s D. Wade rhyming and
There’s no denying it, my state of mind is in Evil
Words ignite the pen, my soul pump the Diesel
Leaving MC’s like weasels under my tires flat
Not breathing rewind it back, I redefine Miami rap!
[Outro]
Pour Corona’s burn dosia, and honor dead homies
And one time only for the homies that are dead to me
Did wrong, dead wrong, fist all clenched up
You shlept on the best of Mia- wait, hold up son
Is that LeBron? Leave fam! Take your ass to Cleveland
One time for the folk though, what them rings say?