Mac Dre - Ice Cream [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
Niggas don't like me feds try to indict me
Police fright me I fight my bitch nightly
I'm serious, but she's taking me lightly and these punk MC's is always trying to bite me
They can't rap like me, pimp in new Nikes
I yoke and slang old school's tightly I'm hyphy but don't know what that nigga might be
He might be, weak like light tea
I see, these niggas is tryna' strike me out the program they got me slightly
Fucked up! must be tripping off the wifey she suck me rightly then blew me politely
Then I told lil CS now we gets it nightly
Like me, that bitch can't psych me
She likes me cause' my mouth is icy but in the pen, I couldn't get no one to write me

[Hook]
I fuck with Brotha Lynch's and Andre Nickatina's
Fo fortys, fo fos, tens and even ninas
(x4)

[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
He was star struck first
Fiending for power didn't give it to him gave it to him out of the passenger seat of a hearse
I've done first my nigga you could get it worse
Hit the back [?] with the blaow blaow get away with the purse
I'll murk you then I'll get your family hurt
It don't matter we lurked up, rip your head off the
Bitches I'm suspicious Lynch going up in your Ms. mistress with the dizznick my nigga it's just the sickness and the twisted [?] shit
Ripping your brain tissues with the stainless issue and it ain't no thing to getchu I can maim you entertain you with this insane in the membrane and them lames getting hanged [?] I spit rain and split flames at'chall bro
Smoke em' like a Marlboro cigarette and I'm a sicker vet and I don't have to get with them yet
Catch em' on the low, put it in the hole, made sick put em' on the plate this you better know

[Hook]