Juss Kev & Travon - California's Weezy [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Juss Kev]

I feel like none of these niggas close to me
And my niggas like “Shit is they supposed to be?”
As I’m approaching thee
Top cause I roast a beat, Hot like a toaster sweet
And pop’s how I’m supposed to speak
Like “Guns and Drugs” my flow’s complete
Na matter a fact all of those are weak
Flow so cold that I froze the beat
Shouldn’t have came in the game but I chose to skeet
Now my rosary is so elite
Rappin with the souls of thee
Martin Luther Kings and Rosa P
Yeah man that’s just how come checks
Say sign next to the Malcolm X
The income’s money so the outcome’s sex
No I’m not a square but my style’s complex
As a Rubik’s cube
In my rudest mood, Like who is you
Cause I do this dude while you get booed
Chillin while my food get chewed
Yeah I’m eatin, They speakin weak when competin
I beat defeat they retreatin
And trust me my nigga you don’t want to meat like a vegan
And niggas call me Keek cause I sneak with freaks every weekend
Beatin their cheeks then leave the bed squeakin and creakin
Cause I bat, batter splat scatter all in that bladder
And now she call me Adam cause I’m all that matter
My rap patterns left a trail that Saturn
Still show with ill flows I kill those you lil hoes

[Hook: Juss Kev]

Ok I’m California’s Weezy
500 degrees heat
My songs on repeat, Hear yo shit hit delete
You better retreat whenever we meet
Used to want my foot in the game and now I’m knee deep
[2X]

[Verse 2: Travon]

Knee deep zero below
My heroes are Negros with slightly larger egos
Than eagles with three holes
Tryna make a sequel, Tryna keep it equal
Shout out to my amigos
Shout out to my people for making this shit happen, What’s happenin
To my niggas for keeping this shit crackin, What’s crackin
Not a rapper nor a actor for the factor
But with a passion he’s an active little bastard
I’m tryna capture all my dreams man
That’s why I had to be the weed man
We been smokin and rollin potent shit like you know this
Verses is spoken like you can’t see what he’s showin
Or can’t show what he’s seein
I told them “Got it if you need it boy, holla if you need me”
Cause I got it for that get low
So shawty hit me if you need those, Swifter than a Speedo

[Verse 2: Juss Kev]

Ok I spit those sick flows, So I rip mo zip codes
And I get dough hit hoes
Tell her “Sip mo Hypno”
And the whip go, Slow then I’m speedin it up
Coincident as fuck, No needing no luck
Bitch I’m great, Kill a 16 or 6 times 8
Keep a California mind state
Like fat kids at parties I’m just tryna find cake
You don’t know who you fuckin with like a blind date
If I hit it from the back I'mma make her spine break
Niggas trying to hate rewind the tape then they say I’m the fake
I’m throwing up fingers like I’m behind the plate
Cause I’m that nigga your girl’s trying to date and I’m…

[Hook]