King Yella - Chucky [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Every day I shut up got a killer
Ain’t nobody fuck with me
How many niggas that you know would ride in the streets
You a hit, uncle beat, I’mma side with this bitch
We got beaf, we got honey
We might die in this buis’
All my niggas try to blow, ain’t no high in the city

How many niggas that you know would ride in the streets
You a hit, uncle beat, I’mma side with this bitch
We got beaf, we got honey
We might die in this buis’
All my niggas try to blow, ain’t no high in the city

Pull up on your block, I got that thirty in the guap
I’ve been ride, I’ve been killing on that cop
I keep that hunglin nigga having stressing
I’ve been working with the Gods
You’ve been working with the cops
While you working with my (?)
Satisfy you niggas nah
Since I got the car and keep my name all in your mouth
If it eans’t by your girlfriend, my dick was all in your mouth
I put the bitch to kick you out
Put the bitch and have no (?)
I back up in the truck, flip another chicken
How you nigga need (?) now just bang another million
Bust a map, bout a drop
And a hole bottle of square
All my niggas in the buil’ they still get the dope
Got the cup in the blow and that’s a mil in the low
You can get it straight jumping
You can just shut
Mammy (?) cuz I check you right now
Everything I touch I just kill it right now

How many niggas that you know would ride in the streets
You a hit, uncle beat, I’mma side with this bitch
We got beaf, we got honey
We might die in this buis’
All my niggas try to blow, ain’t no high in the city

King Yella and Montana we all fight in this bitch
That’s illegal and I’m robbing I’ll be fly in this, bitch
Bitches only hang it for me
They be ride in this deep
They wander how I got the bitch and had to grime for the shit
I was hustling, jiggling and balling
Put that all on my hips
I though (?) no miss area
You can die in this bitch
Need and lean the pussy wet
When I slide in the (?)
My clips got hate just like (?)
Bitch I stay with the Ritchie
You know I stay with the Paul
I’mma go for that killer
Boy know how it goes
Lay and face down on the streets
Like we both fight on the road
If I get caught ain’t no telling
Nigga I stick to the code
Murder and suspect that I know it
It ain’t no question bout we had
And I go in hella dirty
I come up clean like a *(?)
Put your life in the (?) my chopper spin like a beat box
Now get your as here with three shots
From all that puff like some rebooks

How many niggas that you know would ride in the streets
You a hit, uncle beat, I’mma side with this bitch
We got beaf, we got honey
We might die in this buis’
All my niggas try to blow, ain’t no high in the city

How many niggas that you know would ride in the streets
You a hit, uncle beat, I’mma side with this bitch
We got beaf, we got honey
We might die in this buis’
All my niggas try to blow, ain’t no high in the city