Money Making Jam Boys - Look Funny [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook - Dice Raw]
Countin' money all the way to the bank
Me and my boys just puffing on dank
You small time fools try and make a big fuss
We just laugh, cause you look funny to us

[Verse - Dice Raw]
They call me Dice, AKA, make it happen
Fist cocktail, Norman Rockwell
Get the feet stomping, get the hands clapping
Get the heads nodding, get the necks snapping
Smile for the camera, when they say action
When they say competition, I start laughing
Fools say, let's get money, I start relaxing
Cause I'm a sure thing, you know, a main attraction
Missing link, my fist hit like the kitchen sink
I'm too much on my own dick to care what niggas think
Besides, I got a whole different vision
And these knuckleheads stumble over simple addition
And last night I had a premonition
You know, something like the Spanish inquisition
Decapitations, impalings, lynching
The money making jam boy, henchman

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[Verse 2 - Truck North]
No defense when I hit the court
No answer for the kid, there's no retort
On the real, you probably better off changing sports
Under pressure, ya'll pop like a champ' cork
It's all champ talk
I leave an emcee bloody like kid right before they caught Mr. Clark
Getting east side high as a giraffes' ears
Bite worse than his bark, pinch like a doberman
Uh, the mad men that martyr him
Suicide squad put you in the mausoleum
Bad bitches come home, yeah, they follow him
Then I'm gone, like the wind, it's on once again
Spent a lifetime in the fast lane
Roll something good while I'm doing bad things
'Bout nothing if ain't about the money, man
The ring leader in the heist on Money Train

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[Verse 3 - STS]
Hold to true & living, follow what I'm doing pimpin'
I'm selling dreams, talking hoes out they true religions
As I pursue the mission, like a hustler in the kitchen
Don't promote selling dope, but I do salute ambition
Take no intermissions, 20's on my inhibitions
Caddy looking harder than a martyr killing Jews and Christians
Couple screws missing, a couple tools missing
I been killing shit lately, hoping you'd listen
Finally came to fruition, got your attention homes
Smoking jeffreys, you don't know what type of shit I'm on
Get out the way, my nigga, move your little shit along
The wide body rider, might've seen me in the [Bron?]
Or the SS clones, just for the fuck of it
Speakers blasphemy, cause I don't want to hear the sucka' shit
Trying pop my collar, motherfuckers want to ruffle it
STS, I get to the money and then we double it

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