Los (Cherfin Music) - Mask [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Yes, DJ J.D on the beat. Los
This is strictly for erm University City St.Louis, some grimy shit right here
For all my boys grinding

So what I need everybody to do is, go to Target, go to Wal-Mart, the Thrift Store, Shit even make your own. Just go and get your ski mask. That's a ski mask, your ski mask. Ready to hit a lick

Chorus:
Yeah they call me Los, Shit I'm all about my chips
I put my mask on; I'm ready to hit a lick
Dirty put your mask on, I'm ready to hit a lick
Yeah I put my mask on; I'm ready to hit a lick
Yeah they call me Los, and I'm all about my bricks
Yeah I put my mask on; I'm ready to hit a lick
Dirty put your mask on, I'm ready to hit a lick
Yeah I put my mask on, Shit I'm about to hit a lick

This that black gloves, black gun, D-boy classic
That lace up your boots and then put on your mask shit
We shoot motherfuckers in the feet just for practice
Bomb in your bed, now that's a Blow-up Mattress

Run up in your house, shotty through your mum's abs bitch
Wedding ring off her finger, stab her with a cactus
That October 31st, Halloween mad shit
That U-City St.Louis North Memphis Project cat shit

Yeah this that trap shit
And I'm on my rap shit
Now wrap, you get gift wrapped in sarane plastic
His body on the stretcher call that little bitch elastic
His funeral, donate money for a Gucci casket

Got my whole family with me
An everybody goin shoot, my fat uncles at your door holding choppers wearing suits
Yeah my cash long, straps long, shack long, that long, everybody do the zorro and put your mask on

Chorus:
Yeah they call me Los, Shit I'm all about my chips
I put my mask on; I'm ready to hit a lick
Dirty put your mask on, I'm ready to hit a lick
Yeah I put my mask on; I'm ready to hit a lick
Yeah they call me Los, and I'm all about my bricks
Yeah I put my mask on; I'm ready to hit a lick
Dirty put your mask on, I'm ready to hit a lick
Yeah I put my mask on, Shit I'm about to hit a lick

I put my mask on, yeah right through my headphones
Fuck with my family, dirty you get your head blown
In your house , hit the switch, grip the clip, flip a brick
Call me lollipop boy, cause sometimes I hit a lick

I swear it's nothing personal dog, it's just business
Slide down your chimney, take your sons presents on Christmas
And you can just say that I'm gifted
Get gift-wrapped for "place a piece of shit with the wish list"

I'm the all white, weed blowin' motherfuckin' Grinch
Tell a joke when I rob you, especially when you flinch
Have the mob set your house on fire, get lynched
Go rob a bank then do a song with effin' Vince

I pray when I rob you, so no I'm not a sinner
Walk in with gravy, shoot up your Thanksgiving Dinner
Yeah my cash long, straps long, shack long, that long
Everybody do the Zorro and put your mask on

Chorus:
Yeah they call me Los, Shit I'm all about my chips
I put my mask on; I'm ready to hit a lick
Dirty put your mask on, I'm ready to hit a lick
Yeah I put my mask on; I'm ready to hit a lick
Yeah they call me Los, I'm all about my bricks
Yeah I put my mask on; I'm ready to hit a lick
Dirty put your mask on, I'm ready to hit a lick
Yeah I put my mask on, Shit I'm about to hit a lick