Money$Team - I Don't Like (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro - IATG]
Shouts out my nigga Chief Keef
Shout out all my real niggas livin the real life in the real projects
This shit's for you my niggas

[Better Intro - Nappy]
:^|

[Hook - IATG]
ICE CREAM NIGGA THAT'S THAT SHIT I DON'T BITE (Very sensitive teeth)
OIL NIGGA THAT'S THAT SHIT I DON'T LIGHT (Prevent forest fires)
LETTERS NIGGA THAT'S THAT SHIT I DON'T WRITE (It's 2012!)
LONG DISTANCES NIGGA THAT'S THAT SHIT I DON'T BIKE (I can drive)
I DON'T LIKE (LIKE) I DON'T LIKE (LIKE)
WE KILLIN MOTHERFUCKERS LIKE THE THIRD REICH (No Hitler)
I DON'T LIKE (LIKE) I DON'T LIKE (LIKE)
FUCK WITH MONEY$TEAM NIGGA AND WE GON' FIGHT

[Verse 1 - Supa Dupa Jesus]
Poor oral hygiene, that's that shit I don't like (Fuck that!)
Gingivitis, halitosis, smell like shit, right? (Brush Bitch!)
Supa Dupa Jesus bring da heat...Lebron (Dat hot!)
Fuck yo bitch till she balds...Lebron (Long time!)
Shit, that like 500 days...Summer (Zooey!)
Bet it burns when you brush...summer (Ouch!)
Tasty swag, that shit shiny clean...flossing (No Doubt!)
Check the teeth, the car motherfucker I stay Flossing! (DDS!)

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - IATG]
I'm with yo ol' bitch muh fucka she so tight
You ain't know dude? That bitch a cold dyke
I swear all these haters ain't got no life
All up in my grill my nigga you need Old Spice
I'm black as hell motherfucker, low-light
Finna kill a motherfucker with my bow-knife
Gave this dude some digits, said it was my ho-wife
Slapped it out his hand, wrong numbah, OH SIKE

[Verse 3 - J-Franks]
Fake J's, that's that shit I dont like
Straight gays, that's that shit they call bi
Bitch I'm fucking twins, you know they fraternal
Them bitches moan, they ain't quiet like Paterno
Money$Team making green like a garden, man
Other rappers, they could be my garbageman
We like to play games, yeah we roll the dice
And when Franks lose, that's that shit I don't like

[Hook]

[Verse 4 - Dedxsad]
Megamind turning good, that’s the shit I don't like
Setsuko dying , that’s the shit that ain’t right
Fireflies in the air, lighting up that sky night
After I’m done with this shit, you gon throw the towel, right?
No point, your cerebrum smaller than my cerebellum
You thought you were all tough, but you couldn’t last here for a second
You shoulda known, I’m Vito Corleone, I’m a force to be reckoned
The modern day Will Hunting, about to make a killing
Once I’m done with this shit I need to charge you for a billing, Cha-Ching

[Hook]

[Verse 5 - FreeJC]
When you see me in the streets, I be rockin' Flights
Save my J's and my Choo's for them formal nights
When I was growing up we struggled to keep on the lights
Now I been around the world and done seen the sights
Bougie girls come with me and get all Nikki Nova
And your chick could get the balls like she Sharapova
Doja rolla', flowin' Moet, while you mess with Lola
And while I roll on ola, I be selling coca cola