Grimy & EB - Black Market [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Grimy]
Got a Mexican bitch who I nicknamed Burrito
Her brother Roberto he help me break down my kilo
Cocaine still wet when it comes from Puerto Rico
Mi amigos toting heaters cause they think they De Niro
Run the wrong way on the block and ya dead
The homie opened his mouth we had to chop off his head
Me and EB we stay protecting the turf
On the fifteenth and first we be expecting that work
Chicken room going strong, booming 24/7
And we some savage motherfuckers, get your mom sent to Heaven
We running opium dens up in forty-nine states
Keep that brown in they veins 365 days

[Hook]
Got your prescriptions ready, pick em up in fifteen
Got a brick of weed sitting on the triple beam
That's all we do, twisting B's, maybe sniffin E
And my crib is where you know that all the chickens be

[Verse 2: EB]
Whatchu need? I got the weed, no seeds, just Mary Jane
Make it disappear like magic, call me David Blaine
Cops be looking at my car cause they suspicious here
Keys of fisch scale white, you say its Christmas here
I'm bringing Christmas cheer on the surface of a mirror
Steer clear, I'm the dope boy of the year
Run up in your house, yeah I'm going to make it mine
Hiding in your closet you can call me Frankenstein
Time to check the spread, evaluate the set
Now I'm sitting front row, time to make a bet
The fam is back in biz, so cock your hammers quick
You know you're talking to a motherfucking pharmacist

[Hook]