Jhi-Ali (ft. Big P.O.P.E. & Cooley) - Alabama (produced by Diplo & Benzi) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Jhi-Ali: Hook]
Alabama, the place I love, the place I call home-
Dirt roads and the projects, Momma stay gone
But it really don't matter
Gramma stay up the road
And she fixin' me some collards

Alabama, the place I love, the place I call home-
Dirt roads and the projects, All that I've known
I love my momma but my Granmamma stay up the road
And she fixin' me some collards

[Jhi-Ali]
It's been a long time comin'
We've been on the grind hustlin'
Ever since, cotton pickin'
Learn about your history, cousin!
It's the state, of mind
And it's been too hard livin'
Dem folks'll lynch ya down hurr
Give ya two hard sentence

Now is it worth those years?
To twerk off?
They say you add the first line
Over the dirt roa'(heh)
Down here
Alabama the final piece of the puzzle
Say it backwards, I'm a balla
In the streets, and I HUSTLE

Holdin' on the hope I know that change gone come
They got us holdin' onto dope
We know that change gone come
So sick and tired of being broke mane
It's the same old song
But until my folks gone get some dough mane
This song gone get sung

It's been a long time
Until we realize, that we sittin' on
The gold mine
We gone roam round
Tryin' to rock somethin' 'cept our own style
Tryin' to bump somethin' accept for our own sounds
And I ain't tryna come down
I'm just sayn' mane
Grown' tired

[Jhi-Ali: Hook]
Alabama, the place I love, the place I call home-
Dirt roads and the projects, Momma stay gone
But it really don't matter
Gramma stay up the road
And she fixin' me some collards

Alabama, the place I love, the place I call home-
Dirt roads and the projects, All that I've known
I love my momma but my Granmamma stay up the road
And she fixin' me some collards

[Cooley]
I wake up every mornin'
Thank the Lord
And roll up me a Swisher
Kiss my babies
Throw my J's on
Go rollin' with my niggas
Slow motion mane
Cooley certified
I'm a Florida boy in Alabama
But really we got the same Dirty Pride

I put my pen to this paper
To shake the fact that
If you know it or not
Yo life ain't shit but blackjack
Hit a hole, raise a fold
For all a you poker playas
Back here in these woods
You would neva really know a playa

Never no different
Beleive, son
I'm a make my change up
Get up my money 'till I'm comfortable
Then change jobs
But out chyea heyah my cuz just
Thrown off in the wind
Blown off in the wind
Gone off Seagram Gin
Gettin' Bent

I'm a sucka for that 'bread, playa
WEAK for some collard greens
And believe these streets got a lot of green
A LOT of greens
Time flies
Flyest when gettin' high
Hunstville where I reside
So Alabama till I die

[Jhi-Ali: Hook]
Alabama, the place I love, the place I call home-
Dirt roads and the projects, Momma stay gone
But it really don't matter
Gramma stay up the road
And she fixin' me some collards

Alabama, the place I love, the place I call home-
Dirt roads and the projects, All that I've known
I love my momma but my Granmamma stay up the road
And she fixin' me some collards

[Big P.O.P.E.]
I wake up early in the morning
Thank the Lord for me being country 'Bama
Up in this heyah
And you know we gone act a donkey
We golden through it all
But it still
Remains
Funky niggas talk 'bout my state
But I know that those hoes can't touch us
That's just the way it is

Cause we makin' it on the grind
You might be takin' theirs
Ain't no hope in you takin' ours
That's just the way we feel
Been at it and aggravated
But now we stand on top
And I know that we can't be faded
And I'm gone keep it crunk
With rhymes
Cause' I got so many
And I ain't scared to dump
Cause I'm a god with this 'Bama in me, nigga, shit
I'm a god with this 'Bama in me