Lunasicc - Major Figgas [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

*(Lunasicc Talking)*

Uh, uh. Ah, ah. Uh, uh. Ah, ah. Uh, uh. Ah, ah. Uh, uh. Ah

Verse 1

Fo the rest of my life
I be ballin fuckin top notch hoes
Makin the coroner mad as fuck when he look at that body wit out clothes
Frozen memories of mutha fuckin used to be
Fucked in the game, I aim fo the brain constantly
Doin 90 I mash
Empty 8 miles an hour
My heat
I dump in the middle of the street if the job turn sour
These cowards
Don't really know who tha fuck they fuckin wit
Eddie Bauer
Super Sport, Lexo's, wit shipped kits
Went from Nike's to Levi's
Top hats, to black ties
From nation to worldwide
Been a gangsta since knee-high
Fallin on you bitches, stayin away from you snitches
So if anybody got nuts, I'm servin yo ass like some tennis
Servin yo ass like a gymnist
Who got it crackin like me??
Ain't no doe-doe, shake a hoe like a po-po
Movin 'em off that weed
I will blow until you bleed, this boy gonna make it
Call the coroner for that ass
Yo life I'm gonna take it

*(Chorus)* x2

I got sumpthin for you gangstas that's major niggas
Made niggas, straight paid niggas, clockin major figgaz
I'm goin all out to get what I got, holdin my own
Call me the King of Cali, Northern Valley is my home

Verse 2

I stick bitches like a cactus
An I'm deadly wit no practice
Layin these niggas down on the ground, like layin these hoes on a
Matress
No theatrics
These movies ain't got shit on me
It's this Mafia life I live in the S-A-C
These niggas be lookin pitiful
Wit rhymes that come out critical
Actin like they bad, not knowin they nouns, pronouns, an syllabls
You niggas can't get wit me can't daddy I move too quickly
Most of them they talk they shit, but they scared to rain like they name
Missy
My pistola, he ring like Motorola's when I'm drivin
Attractin attention like hoes
Have naked
Sun shining out the 9-1-5 plus 1 city
Get the picture
Kill it don't matter as long as my pockets gettin thicker
They say rich or for poor
But that shit ain't nuthin but paper
It's Siccness, I'm major cuttin yo flesh like a razor
An fuck Dr. Dre... EASTCOAST NIGGA
Who the baddest??
Life of the rules say potna we leave families disastised

*(chorus)* x2

Verse 3

Til my casket drops
I'm a be steady pimpin, dippin
Doin my thangs
Checkin niggas hangin on me like gold chains
Please back the fuck up
Before I go pump the trunk up
Dump yo ass inside
Then ride to the site an dump you off mutha fucka
Kill, kill, kill
Murda, murda, murda
Catch me ridin sumpthin clean
Bumpin some shit you never heard of
Put my b-b in tha 7-3-5
B-M-dubble
Ain't no sucka, I'm blastin on you punk mutha fuckaz
Casualties of war
Harcore like my feezie
Booty rappers I call em chester cuz they shit sound cheesy
An that's fo sheezy
What kind of man would I be
If my rhymes was tight as fuck costin about 30 g's
Nigga please, I'm the youngsta makin the noise like thunder
Candy paint on my 6-4
Gotta drop it before the summer
This that real shit
Nigga you can't fuck wit these
Do or die up in my city, when I'm chasin my cheese. Uh

*(chorus)* x3

I got sumpthin for you gangstas that's major, beeitch, beeitch
That's right, westcoast mutha fuckaz(mutha fuckaz)
That AWOL camp(AWOL camp) uh. uh. uh. You know one for the money bitch