Home Baked - Home Baked Presents [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: RJ Mac]
I'm really talented I got a lot of rap tricks
This is my second victim and I'm going for my hat-trick
You've lost it, I have it
You had it you faggots
Now imagine what would happen if you really fucking practiced
But you don't, and I do
If you wanna see the sweet treats, I'll be giving you some dry food
Ha, I wouldn't lie dude
It's you verse my crew
We the ones to win and you die too
Read between the lines you should realise
Who the fuck I am and I'm coming like a typhoon
Right through your mind to the other side of iTunes
Click the switch and now you're downloading my tunes
Holy shit, my guns are blazing
I think my pun's amazing
You don't agree, but your mummas dazing
Maybe it's the way I shake the bass
Make you wanna change
In ways and in days you can thank me

[Verse 2: Psychosowdy]
Got an all white broad in an all white Ford
I'm just fucking with you boy cause I like my girls abroad
And she messing with your boy
She be sucking on my sword
Slammin wit the aux cord
My dude all aboard
Hitting curbs, backseat freestyle
What's the word?
Where's the birds?
One ain't enough, so swerve
Hit the strip
Freeway, 100 clicks throughout the dirt
Yeah you heard party bout to pop off, go bezerk
See this dick, get a lick
Before I go hit a lick
Parties lit, joints be lit
You know I stay off that shit
I'm moving kid
Big plans with this groovy kit, illuminate
Transparent cause that thing deeper than scuba trips
We 'bout to fishtail down the block
Mother-fuck a cop my shit rock
Banging through your speakers, pop and drop
I grip my cock
Got more chicks than your chicken stock
Listen up
We about to smash this
Kicking off

[Hook: Psychosowdy & RJ Mac]
Shouts out to the Beast Coast but I rep the best coast
And it be the west coast
Yeah I let the tecs load
Yeah I rep the west coast
Shouts out the Beast Coast but I rep the best coast
And the best is the west
Yeah I let the tecs load
Yeah I rep the west coast x2

[Verse 3: RJ Mac]
Mac's not a bad man
In fact he's just as bad as
The priest in the church with a cross in his last hand
But what's the difference?
I'm not a sick fuck
Going to the altar boys trying to get a dick suck
And I'm pissed off
Cause like velcro I get ripped off
I constantly get replaced with something like a pit stop
And this is what tips it off
Lil Wayne and Drake make it to fame
I want this shit to stop
But it never will
Man I got the better skills
I'll spin ya mind just like a ferris wheel
Never taking days off
Too different to what Ferris will
It's never fair to chill
Go full speed and bear the thrill
So can you fuck with it?
You punk bitches
I know my flow is cold
I know that you want different
But what's missing?
The punch writtens
The show just goes and goes
And now I'm just done with it

[Verse 4: Psychosowdy]
I'm just a narcissistic bastard ripping
Open like the caskets flipping
Molotov banging
Arsenal of arson
Pastor spitting
Sparta hitting
Vodka sipping
Fat ass what is what I'm gripping
Had enough of fuckers singing
Bitch I be the master sinning
From a city where they sold their souls for a pair of soles
I dissolve amongst the madness, looking for a centre fold
I'm a fucking television, channeling my demons
I'm a pussy monster fill them up with my semen
We be riding round the city, with no aim
But one false move and you could your ass hanged
Ne false move, pull back
Bang bang
I ain't even ghetto
But I finna talk that slang
And you finna feel this
Spitting the real shit
Better get used to the raw cause I ain't Cupid
I ain't stupid
You about to get the wrath of my motherfucking crew, sick
We flew this and crash landed
Broomsticks

[Hook: RJ Mac & Psychosowdy]

[Verse 5: Evanda]
If heat rises, then my chills fall
I kill all
Whack lyricists
Involve seriousness
I stand out and always steal this shit
Like you was shook on how real it gets
Like you had a look and saw crooks who took
Now you feeling this
This be the illest since J Dilla
My shades killa
On my paid figures
Phone buzz
Tell Ben to stay Stiller
In the spa with my Hilfigers
In a spar I'm bout to kill
Baked at home, bumping psycho still
You seen nothing and you scared acting like you chill
I been hungry
Fat ass need a lipo pill
'Dem writtens that you spitted
Didn't even recite yo' self
Thinking moolah from your pops pocket might just help
It's your favourite China-man
Pop a Vicodin
Show 'em how it truly is to really live life again
Gree is back to strike again
Gree strapped with automatics
About to Suge Knight again

[Verse 6: King Lear]
Yo cut the beat a second
We be the best and I don't need no mention
You might be blessed but my team's a blessing
So roll a reefer segment
I'll show these people all my legal ethics
And come correct or stunt instead and learn a lethal lesson
My crooks hear every rumour
And I'm the king
You can't be next to rulers
I spit chilly as a Pepsi cooler
I spit silly catch me flexing in some whip I'm on some Ferris Bueller
You mother-fuckers got a sense of humour
HB, written on the back of my tees
And you could really sport a Porsche it's still a taxi to me
That's an embarrassing clique
Plastering back in the streets
Having to ask for half a pack to make your larynxes bleed
I'm really riled up
Time to start shooting at you art students
And there you go with stereos to claim you're hard units
My bars lucid
You just mad because you can't do it
Show respect or that's the last tune that you'll blast through it

[Hook: Psychosowdy & RJ Mac]

[Verse 7: King Lear]
I got no room for shawtys but sojus and forties
Coldest in the booth like I told you we caught it
Throwaway bars that I wrote to recordings
When I tow away arms
Bet you won’t shoot the door in
And all the flows are hot
Like some Goldilocks porridge
Nowadays they stunt saying "no, it's not boring!"
"Mustard on the beat, rest assured its not boring!"
But I fuck em in they sleep
Cause I’m overtop balling
Appalling, score appears an audit for my ego
Everyday villain but an ordinary hero
Magic Mike
Fucking with that sorcerer to be, yo
You cats don’t make the distance
Talking Wallace in a free throw
And my shits all over the beat though
All I wanna do is share my story with the people
How you gonna say I’m not incorporating heat
I guess I’m autumn
Cause I’ve got these players falling like the leaves go
And I’m that flawless type of G though
Cherokee hopping
I’m a doorless type of G
I relate to chasing labels when you poor behind the scenes
We all fake it till we make it
I want all the nicer things
Futurism don’t require a 90’s kid to remember
Fuck a formal education I learn different lessons
I went to high school for the music
Just to kick with Vanessa
And cut my teachers into pieces like a Smith and a Wesson
They used to say I spat softer than some linen and sweaters
But I just cut that shit out, thinking simple is better
And now you love it cos I got all of my lyrics together
Shit you’ve been waiting all year
25th of December

[Outro: Luchii]
Yeah I let the tecs load
Yeah I let the tecs load
I'm cracking the hex code
Yeah I let the tecs load
Take a six from '88
All these ladies in a stable place
Mentally but physically she got a decent waist...