Lil' Jay - Involved [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Lil Jay]
Killin niggas with my reputation
I be money chasing
Travel state to state like im immigration
How I be gettin cake
Smoking on the power, you smokin on some shafe
With a bad bitch and she giving face in my STR8
Morton Grove, sip it by the 8
Couple xans got a nigga feelin straight
I get so much cake I swear...

[Verse 1: Lil Jay]
This for all them goofy ass niggas
Who talkin like they ass want war
We strapped like the army and navy
I swear to God you don't want war
My team yea we ball like a sport
Catch him, im swipping and crackin them cards
Doing a hit and we march
We do not shoot out of cars
Get hit in your head, in your heart
Get killed with your kin, load his hearse
My niggas we show no remorse
And you don't know when shit coming
You can get caught right off guard
DOA on the scene, because them hollows hit him hard
And bitch i'm Clout Lord
In these streets you know I get involved...
Killin niggas with my reputation
I be money chasing
Travel state to state like im immigration
How I be gettin cake
Smoking on the power, you smokin on some shafe
With a bad bitch and she giving face in my STR8
Morton Grove, sip it by the 8
Couple xans got a nigga feelin straight
I get so much cake I swear he can't relate
If I catch a case, my lawyer beat the case
I be out the next day back to gettin cake
A nigga want war and I know where you stay
You can die today
Bullets penetrate
Your body levitate
Your soul discriminate
Kill em all, I don't discriminate
Sneak dissin, I do not tolerate
Let my pistol speak, fuck the twitter beef
Fuck nigga, I swear to God we can meet face to face in these streets
I hope you got yours cuz you know I got 33
No Scottie Pippen, do you like ODee
I got niggas that's GD and I got niggas that's BD
We all WTO, opps some vegetarians dont want beef
When trouble come I swear the opps they foldin like some sheets
Nigga thinkin bout killin me?
Pussy, catch me in the fucking streets

[Outro: Lil Jay]
This for all them goofy ass niggas
Who talkin like they ass want war
We strapped like the army and navy
I swear to God you don't want war
My team yea we ball like a sport
Catch him, im swipping and crackin them cards
Doing a hit and we march
We do not shoot out of cars
Get hit in your head, in your heart
Get killed with your kin, load his hearse
My niggas we show no remorse
And you don't know when shit coming
You can get caught right off guard
DOA on the scene, because them hollows hit him hard
And bitch i'm Clout Lord
In these streets you know I get involved...