Malachi Grant - G Ride [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Chorus: (Malachi Grant)
Step on the scene, Billy Jean type scheme
And the shorties they be all on me—
If you knew better you’d do better too
But you don’t know shit so flee

Catch me in the sky— Catch me in the sky—
Catch me in the ride, this is how a G’ Ride—
Catch me in the sky— Catch me in the sky—
Catch me in the ride, this is how a G’ Ride—

Verse 1: (Malachi Grant)
I’m the shit don’t it stink
Take a picture let it paint
Im just here to blow the bank
You know make it rain
The terrain is a hottie
Let her drain out her body
Gimme brains til I shotty
The she say boy you got me
Met a chick that skipped school no class
She wonders the Halls with a hall ass
Cute face slim waste all of that
And she trying to get back on that school path
Cut your loses ma – what what
Do the math
Every sinner has a future saints have a past
EA sports its in the game n you don’t know the half
And I kinda like that
But lets not distract from the fact
That you gotta bounce back
If you hungry eat fast
Like everyday your last
She said thanks for the knowledge than gave that back
Ima drum her, beat , music class

Chorus: (Malachi Grant)

Verse 2: (Dunn Da God)
I do this for my dogs now – what up flee!
Go hard or go home , well I ain't got keys
Ears on glow, neck on freeze
Make a sandwich when, I’m shopping I go HAM no cheese!
Look like a bellboy, all the bags I pick up
Leave with you girl, if you slip up
Sit her with my girl, quick fast like a hiccup
And bring those two sides together, I’m like a zipper
I’m popping everywhere I go, niggas like who ya’ll
Soon as Dunn reach number 1, I kick my shoes off
Till then, I’m leading the pack I’m like Rudolph
Stopping for them ladies that’s naughty or nice
Married to the game ya’ll can go and throw rice
But I rather catch cheese like a room full of mice
Don’t be fooled by the hype, I earned my stripes
And you little keyboard niggas, not my TYPE

Chorus: (Malachi Grant)

Verse 3: (Malachi Grant)
Spit slicker than a snail—Breath of fresh air—
The glory, the guts plus the gleam from the glare
Chilling out here—just that ILL
Shorty want me, but who really care—
Shorty come here, dip it down
Spin it round, bring it back here
Like that! Oh yeah! Woooah! Rich Flare—
Diamond shining, sunshine blinding
Catch me on an island I am sky to the Fly-ish
Heat so the heat seekers know where to find him
Merksmilez Out there somewhere grinding
Tick-Tock, now what’s that perfect timing—?
The eye of the tiger, with the heart of a lion
Spitting nothing but that fire
Coming all off desire, no days off attire
Two words—please retire
Ya’ll can’t pass out my flyers!

Chorus: (Malachi Grant)