Homicide - Mr. Dayton [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:
My name is Dayton, the triple gold killa
I be the reason for murder to a po black young nigga
Flow deep on your shit lookin' hella clean
See, I'm the reason, that niggas look at you mean
I bring jealousy and hate when I roll through
Havin' niggas jockin' on your car that you never new
I make the game worth winnin', gold spokes spinnin'
But don't let me catch your ass slippin'
I have your whole crew checked at the intersection
So you best invest in more protection
The evil that I bring ain't no good
I'm smokin' Vogues, through every niggas neighborhood
And where I'm from, I get more props than the president
Cuz when a nigga gets killed, I'm the evidence
So it's 1-8-7 all day
Niggas don't understand, I'm a G

(chorus1)
They call me Mr. Dayton, the triple gold killa
I be the reason for murder to a po strapped young nigga
Just call me Mr. Dayton, just call me Mr. Dayton
My name is Dayton, the tripple gold killa
I be the reason for murder to a po strapped young nigga
Just call me Mr. Dayton

Verse 2:
They call me Dayton, I'm pushin' more keys than a locksmith
So what the law never saw, can't stop shit
Triple golds on that ass, with a hun'ed spokes
I'll let the one-time know that you sell dope
How can a nigga wit no job on probation
Have enough scratch to relax on some gold daytons?
And even if I'm stolen
It don't matter, cuz I'm sittin' on the next nigga's shit rollin'
So catch me if you can Mr. D-A
I'm in the hood, smokin' dank, gettin' three ways
Cocaine, triple beam, and amphetamines
That's somethin' you don't see up in the magazines
So it's 1-8-7 all day
Some don't understand, I'm a G

(chorus2)
My name is Mr. Dayton, the triple gold killa
I be the reason for murder to a po black young nigga
Just call me Mr. Dayton, just call me Mr. Dayton
My name is Dayton, the triple gold killa
I be the reason for murder to a po black young nigga
Just call me Mr. Dayton

Verse 3:
1 nigga, 2 killas, 3 daytons, 4
It's murder after dark, when them G's ride low
Reflections of death, triple gold punk bit the block on them thangs
Now every bitch know my name
Ain't no hope, when I step out the station
Every nigga sprung on them guns and the gold daytons
All day, every day, it's the same shit
Every nigga tryin' to find his way up out the game, quick
Cuz Mr. Cop and Mr. Fed want a nigga dead
But the park's in my heart, so them fools bled
I'm hittin' corners, pushin' levels with that deep shit
These undercovers tryin' to catch me on the weak tip
I'm from the 4-block, but the OG's, they rock forever
Don't slip on these dark streets cuz the one-time way too clever
Home invasion, I'll have a nigga soaked in blood
Niggas can't deal with that Oak Park Terrel love
West Coast murder, home of the feds
Bloodshed every where, motherfuckers dead
It's that nigga, 7-8-1 all day
Some don't understand, I'm a G

(chorus3)
They call me Mr. Dayton, the triple gold killa
I be the reason for murder to a po black young nigga
Just call me Mr. Dayton, My name is Mr. Dayton...