Junebug Hendrix - D.O.W.N [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]:

Niggas telling me to get back to my roots

Fuck that

Man all these bitches down

Yeah, all these bitches down

Yeah, all these bitches down

Yeah, all these bitches down

Yeah

[Verse 1]:

Trying to get them to the crib now

But they fat friend said nah

(Come on!)

Now I'm walking to the car now

Stumbling out fucking bar now

(Come on!)

Now I'm trying to get her number

Trying to get her under covers

(Come on!)

No I ain't trying to wife

So I always wear a rubber

(Come on!)

I'm getting impatient watching these hoes get naked

I'm making a big mistake and

My heart is already taken

By a woman who ain't famous

For shaking for Uncle Amos

And she sure know how to taste it

But these new bitches can take it

No time for this delegating

Oh no no no don't you waste it

We fucking wasted, so face it

Just take this cum like I just maced it

Girl just face it please just face it

Me and T, Diddy and Ma$e and

We really don't give a fuck about what all these critics saying

My nigga

I started November now look at this shit

King of the Underground sewers and shit

Made a believer out you in this bitch

My minions attack I am Gru in this bitch

Got my weight up I done grew in this bitch

No recognition was givin to kid

So I just reached up and I'm grabbing that bitch

[Professor Hinzen]

You know, there comes a time

Where, you need to realize

You can't have it all Johnny

You're just going to have to share

This Junebug fellow, he's really about his paper

[Verse 2]:

I bring her back to the crib

I show her how I live

I show her to the room

That is where we sin

That is where I lay

That is where I stay

Reside like a demon

That pussy's going to pay

She taking off her clothes

And I'm like oh no

The fuck are we headed

Where the fuck we gon' go

We headed to the top

Bitch you better not stop

While you cum so deep, got a nigga 'bout to pop

Got a nigga 'bout to pop

I feel the room spinning

Too much champagne and winning

Stack paper to the ceiling

God bless this awful sinner

He knows not what does

His heart was torn to dust

He has no home for love

Mind is cold
Soul of thug

Mind is cold
Soul of thug

Mind is cold
Soul of thug

Mind is cold
Soul of thug

Mind is cold
Soul of thug

[Outro]:

This that shit that you been waiting for

This that fucking unbelievable

This that fucking Michael Douglas flow

This that shit that you just can't let go

Just riding around looking for you

I swear

Just riding around looking for you

I swear

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