Loc Saint - TRIGGA TONGUEZ [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Loc Saint...
Twisted Insane...
MurdaScriptz...
Eric Supa Tempa Tantrum...
Cock back...
Load it...
Ha ha!
Trigga Tonguez!!

[Chorus: Loc Saint]
Welcome to a Trigga Tongue Goon toon / everybody step back gimme room / Make sure that all your safetys off and da hammers cocked back to go boom / Next up that automatic Trigger from the state called Tha’Wash / Loc Saint unload your clip tongue flip and let your trigger shoot off

[Verse 1: Loc Saint]
Buckin and ruckin to pull it / Fuck it we nuck it or bullet / you better be duckin or you’ll be struck in the gullet / a when I suckin da air and prepare for symbolic erradic a manic in a panic harder then granite a witta finger up on the trigger to pick up what im packing and you better get em up hit em up wet em up are you ready for the dump a da rounds now spit em up / bout to go down / Trigga tongue throw down / Imma K-9 headed for the vein line bit em up / ripple through da body witta riddle that I made up / widdle witta little venom in em get sprayed up / griddle A plus on da flesh getchya grade up trigga (hold up) tongue (wait up) tunes i really can't breath so I gotta take a second to reload to wreck it in mega mode before my lung seize (yeah right) tap into the bad percent of me buckin like an automatic witta static anatomy im a manic in a panic on a radical battery in a battle witta rattle from the tip of the tongue that knows none but saddlin up and spittin so much rythme outta me im bout to scatter my guts and put da mainstream rappers on da platter with a side of adobada and i wanna eat em up cause the tracks are wack and weak as fuck / set em all up call em all out / raining down upon the game like a nuke witta catastrophic fallout / then we suited up loc twisted insane murda and tempa to kick em all out / I reloaded my trigga to count the kills when im floating my figures be getting bigger by the thrills / inside of my mind you'll find jimmy riggin the wheels / centered within many of my various skills / everybody getting chills when I make em all feel that compatible hannibal real deal / with the gums set steal like a gun ret peeled my tougne straight back and started crackin off steel / imma open the lips and load clips that'll getchya focused to note just how the loc comes real / wrote this witta opus come and quote this trigga finger itchy so I scratched to kill /

[Chorus: Loc Saint]
Welcome to a Trigga Tongue goon toon / everybody step back gimme room / Make sure that all your safetys off and da hammers cocked back to go boom / Next up that maniac trigger from-the-state they call Killa Cali / Twisted Insane unload your clip and show em all how you rally

[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]
Choppin anybody but karate as i pull up on'em poppin everybody
Drop a song on them really runners s
Tood up on the grave and put'em up in the cemetery
When you finished with the minute meet the homie
He's still a gunna bust'em when i kick in the door watch'em with the shit
People really wonderin like who the fuck
I'm with i dont really get it about the trigga finger
Hella itchy so i pull on this bitch
I hit'em with the shit that make a nigga
Wanna get up out his seat and mess around a
Motha fucka like a rabbit only if i could a
Been a nigga workin at a mickey d's double cheese
But the swishers automatic homie
It could be a rabbit but the devastation
Postal with the fiends im a sick mean
When i rip paeans there's a ping
When the clip sing
I got a phone ring let your team get the
Beesting underground king
Ima lean on a nigga black mask toe tag
So sad when i hit beans on a nigga
I remember when it used to be cool
But that was when I actually thought about a bitch
Put beans on a nigga
Hit 'em with the trigger when I'm spitting
I don't really care for
If anybody walking and saying hand shit
They can eat a fucking dick
I'm it
Put 'em with a bullet
Put 'em in the trunk
Then hop up in the whip
Then move to the wind
Rippin' up on a motherfucker
Feelin' hella faded of the juice and the gin
Loosin' the swim
Doin' bout' 150
Moving to the night nigga
Who's finna win?
Wasted
I don't really know if I'mma make it
[?I'mma fucking train till it's gets to location?]
Bathe in a bitch guts
Right before I cut
Hold up on me
I'mma fuck anybody who waiting
I'm in the fast lane
With the Pedal to the Metal
Doin' about 108
Wait
Don't wanna be late
Shit
I'mma push to the night
Homie, I don't really wanna mish the brains on my plate
Remain hella great
Probably cuz' I keep my zip to my own
And my lips on the bong
Anybody wanna go against that, hit 'em up
Fill a motherfucker with the clip, Rock on!

[Hook: Loc Saint]
Welcome to a Trigga Tongue Goon toon / everybody step back gimme room / Make sure that all your safetys off and da hammers cocked back to go boom / Next up that fully loaded trigger from [?dinka wash down?] / MurdaScriptz unload your clip and show em how you get down

[Verse 3: MurdaScriptz]

Murda kill em with the venom like a fully automatic
[?]
[Hook: Loc Saint]
Welcome to a Trigga Tongue Goon toon / everybody step back gimme room / Make sure that all your safetys off and da hammers cocked back to go boom / Next up that machine gun trigger from the state of Colorado
Tempa Tantrum unload your clip just like you stepped into battle

[Verse 4: Tempa Tantrum]
It's that, Colorado killer that be comin' [?]