Lil Boosie - Say Round [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Hook:)
Say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now?
(x2)

(Big Head:)
Due to the situation politican codes
Let the hoes move the loads, and watch yall rose
Man dat joensin' shit old, and you real important
So no talkin' bout the murders, money launder, extortion
The feds stay in the area, they watchin my home
Just waitin' on us to slip and get loose on the phone
Say Webbie I know that fetti got you wit a fat belly
But yo thinkin cap gotta stay on and stay ready
The game ain't the same, Im bobbin' and weavin
Please explain why this snitch still breathin?
Say Boosie you know better than to f**k wit that nigga
He ratted on Craig, Boo, Steel, and Avin Miller!
We professionals now, young entrepreneurs
So you know them f**k feds out to do us
Conspiracy a muthaf**ka, my nigga so walk light
And talk right cause one indictment get ya 20 to life

(Hook x2)
(Lil Boosie:)
Say Big Head I gotta hit ya right back
They got trackers on my Beamer and my Nextel tap.(MY SHIT TAP!!)
He got dat syrup and dat work man who tellin dat?
Swicth dat purple up to that orange now they sippin dat
Echo's on my phone like a parrot on my f**kin' shoulder
Want somethin its face to face, try somethin its K for K
The white jeep cross the street thats the f**kin feds!
How you know? Cuz when I look at him he duck his head
They want Ivyanna, Tarlasia, and Tootie all scared
My family f**k around lose me its gone be welfare
So lil daddy imma hit you up later
They ridin wit LSU shirts on in a blue Navigator
They know Im after this paper so they after my azz
30 g's up in the airport they call in the task
They say you love to ride wit no legs

No I love to get head!
You gone be dead just like Ivy, F**k you fed! Bitch!

(Hook x2)
(Webbie:)
Say savage you got work?
Yeah, white as yo t-shirt playa
Well I been hittin yo phone all Im gettin is the voicemail
I got anotha numba cat, you undercover rat?
Playin like dat a have a nigga doin a hundred flat!
Im constantly stackin because I wanna live lavish man
Im good wit this white because I know life's about havin thangs
I got two bad bitches that handle bizness for savage man
They get off the plane and I pick em up by the baggage claim
Straight to the boulevard, I work it and work it hard
Robbers and murderers, I serve em straight through the burgler bars
I f**k wit them trill boys, dont f**k wit nobody else
Cause I know imma take my charge and I ain't gone tell on myself
Hoe niggas come to my door for the scope it ain't nonthin happenin
Cause niggas a rat on ya up in court and dont even care
Im a lil nigga that a make a hundred bricks disappear
A muthaf**kin gangsta!

(Hook x2)
(Foxx:)
I can't talk now this ain't the time or the place
The block hot like grits, ain't tryin to catch a case
My nigga just got ten in a for real way
And them bitches know who I am cause what my grill say
So meet me at the spot and we can run it face to face
You see this Cingular gone have a nigga upstate
And if Im upstate how the f**k Im gone make cake
Oh you ain't hung em yet you must be workin for them snakes
You know every hood got snitches, bumpin gums like bitches
So they won't have to live behind them fences
Sleepin on hard bunks, pumpin iron on them benches
Niggas tryin to get wit ya, you gone hook or get ya issue
But keep it brief, them laws never go to sleep
If you want them M&M's meet me on ya momma street
Dont forget to keep yo eyes open
That cable amn ain't hookin nothin up but cameras and they scopin!

(Hook: til fade)