Max Minelli - Do Ya Thug Thang [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Ooh, we finna make a mess with this rightchea
It's young Minelli nigga, young Minelli nigga
Camp Life, I'm gon' do my thug thang


[Verse 1]
If you got it, let it slap (Do ya thug thang)
Mane 'Lac chrome on black, with headbussas in the back
I'm a sav' out the box (Do ya thug thang)
Thirty-one colors, hard tops, whole wood, ridin' chops
Let me set the Camp off (Do ya thug thang)
I'mma drop your tramp off, beating harder than y'all with my amp off
Hollin' "I'm a fool" (Do ya thug thang)
I'm so cool, I walk slanted like fat people's shoes
So throwed in the game (Do ya thug thang)
And if a nigga blowed in the game, then I sold him a thang
I ain't finna to stop shit (Do ya thug thang)
My shit
Hot shit
Hit ya cut
Stack, cop shit
Like oooh..

[Hook]
Hustlers count a grand to this
I'm so motherfucking out of hand with this
I was cool on the cut, cause I had to be
I still smoke a lot, even though it's bad for me
I'm hollin' at my hustlas, count a grand to this
I'm so motherfucking out of hand with this
Ain't a nigga finna slang shit after me
Still smoke a lot, even though it's bad for me

[Verse Two]
And all my homegirls shaking to the beat (Do ya thug thang)
If he trying to hit, make him lay you on hundred dollar sheets
And ride you on leather seats (Do ya thug thang)
Take you on trips to the beach, pretty face, pretty feets
Bounce till it get numb (Do ya thug thang)
And watch every nigga from my hood get retarded and dumb
Now put your white cups up (Do ya thug thang)
Catch me bailing out of court Monday morning, keep my case on the tuck
Like you don't know nothing (Do ya thug thang)
And if it don't leak, I'mma hit you up and we can blow something
I'm a pimp to my bones (Do ya thug thang)
Man I left my hoes at home, watching Jenny Jones
Like oooh..

[Hook]
P-Poppers shake ass to this
I'm so motherfucking out of hand with this
I was cool on the cut, cause I had to be
I still smoke a lot, even though it's bad for me
I'm hollin' at my P-poppers, shake ass to this
I'm so motherfucking out of hand with this
Ain't a nigga finna slang shit after me
I still smoke a lot, even though it's bad for me

[Verse Three]
Pants sagging till they touching the floor (Do ya thug thang)
Pssht, you too concerned nigga, stop handcuffing them hoes
I have 'em touching they toes (Do ya thug thang)
Come and kick it witcha dog, I'm a hog, so you cutting fasho
And tricking ain't my style (Do ya thug thang)
Mane, I kick more bitches out than Destiny's Child
Who they asking for? Riding on passenger?
We'll jack yo shit and sell it back to ya
We hustle hard in the bricks (Do ya thug thang)
Still the same click, standing in the front yard, slanging zips
Trying to let my cake stack (Do ya thug thang)
Make that
Trick shake that
Like that
Take that
Like oooh..

[Hook]
Hustlers count a grand to this
I'm so motherfucking out of hand with this
I was cool on the cut, cause I had to be
I still smoke a lot, even though it's bad for me
I'm saying say P-poppers, shake ass to this
I'm so motherfucking out of hnad with this
Ain't a nigga finna slang shit after me
I still smoke a lot, even though it's bad for me
Like

[Max Minelli Talking]
(I'm gone)
Southside, Northside, Eastside, Westside, Your side
Thug nigga, uhh. Gangsta bitches, hoodrats, and hoes
It's goin' down like..
For that 'Ville, uh, Layfair, uh. Goin' down motherfucker
Baton Rouge my nigga, uh
H-Town, yeah, New Orleans, yeah
Mississippi hah? yeah