Michael Valeone - Tote Missiles [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

HOOK: 4x (Calico)
All my niggas, they'll bang on site
Strapped up with them 30's / We can shoot, we can fight
Fucc talking bitch nigga / U ain't pulling triggas
My clips stayed extended, All my homies Tote Missiles

Verse 1: (Michael Valeone)
I can't fake, I'm too real for this
This G shit, see I'm built for this
I done been in the kitchen, working with a bricc
Guess what cuz, I put this on the 6
U standing tall, u acting hard as if u was some kind of G
I got an AK, a mini 14, that'll chop ur ass down like a tree
See one night on the Gangster stroll
I was on the grind to get my poccets swoll
I just left the trap & I ain't coming bacc
Til my poccets fat with them peel baccs
My Cadillac Beats By DeVille
Michael Valeone King Of The Hill
I'm the trillest of trill, I'm the realest of real
Homie that's how the fucc I feel
Bitch clicc clacc, clicc, pow pow
U laying in ur favorite color now
I gotta put on & rep my hood
So I can make my G's proud
I smoke loud, u still quiet
Insane like the Watts riot
I'm Mike G, I'm GD, I keep it G, & I get violent
I been this way since the nineties
Tryna change but its hard to do
If u see me, salute or shoot
My heart is blacc, my tongue is blue
U know that I'm fool, so don't give me a tool
Ridin' through ur hood & I'm busting at u
Shoot up the place almost like it was cool
Disrespect me u broke one of the rules

HOOK:4x (Calico)
All my niggas, they'll bang on site
Strapped up with them 30's / We can shoot, we can fight
Fucc talking bitch nigga / U ain't pulling triggas
My clips stayed extended, All my homies Tote Missiles