Grip Grand - A Penny [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Adlibs)

Verse 1 (Grip Grand):
A penny for my thoughts? Keep the change
I’ll still take it back (Way back!) like the last time my beeper rang
Tell U2 the sweetest thing
Is when I get smart with the rhyme and start shinin’ like Stephen King!
We hijackin’ for a penny and
Plus take ‘em out like the third-row seats in a minivan
It’s a scam, if I make the call—
Finally got a piece of the pie, but I was starvin’ so I ate it all!
I ain’t involved with your pettiness
The B is a shark-tank, and Grip is all teeth like Tom Petty is
I’m armed and ready ‘cuz I won’t back down
And this is the real West—we True Grit, you Brokeback Mountain
Go back to Suckertown, off with your crown!
I fought the law, left ‘em in the streets, “Officer down!”
Walkin’ around like we own the place, but we don’t own shit
Tell these labels that they don’t own Grip!

Chorus:
I need a penny!
A penny if you want my two cents
Give me a penny!
A penny for my overdue rent
I need a penny!
A penny is the price I got
For my blueprint, two cents, twice as hot!
(Repeat)

Verse 2 (Richie Cunning):
A-yo, a penny for my thoughts, I’ll open up my dome
And sell you a hundred and fifty so I can catch a bus home
Matter of fact, if you wanna get philosophical
I talk for a profit and chop it up until my pocket’s full
‘Cuz I been sittin’ on a couple of things
Straight strugglin’ with this life and all the trouble it brings
I got enough thoughts to last
A millennium and plenty of ‘em only cost a penny if you cross my path
You know I can’t be sharin’ my songs
I’m tryin’ to make more than a penny so that I can take care of my moms
(For real!)
I remember bein’ a toddler
And pops would tell me to keep a copper in my pocket like a mobster
I wander streets sippin’ a bottle of stout
Thinkin’ million dollar thoughts but I keep tossin’ ‘em out
So call me the big spender. Yo, I hope they remember this
When I end up penniless and forgotten about
Gimme your money!

(Chorus)

Verse 3 (Grip Grand):
Yo! A penny for your thoughts?
That’s a bum deal, as anyone will
Tell you who’s livin’ in the jungle
Welcome to Bumville. We try to get this money, but still
It’s only until some villain vics you for your bundle
Did I m-mumble?
The B is where I hang my chapeau
It ain’t a castle—on the other hand, I ain’t an asshole
I guess it works out
Tell Flip I’m tryin’ to get this verse out
I love a free beat, because I’m cheap-cheap like a birdhouse
You know it’s Broakland
Where businesses is always closin’
Why you suppose then
The liquor store is always open?
I’m always frozen, and I don’t mean like all these diamonds
It’s always cold and
My rap’s hot, so I’m always rhymin’!
Hotter than hot now!
I’m rappin’ while I’m actin’ hostile
I’m really not now—I’m cool, calm, and collected like I’m Moscow
You lost out, so now you wanna call the cops out?
Call it a cop out…
Jaw droppin’, so call it a knockout!
Here’s a penny!

(Chorus)

Outro:
I need a penny!
What?
I need a penny!
What what?
A penny!
What?
Gimme a penny!
What?
(repeat)