NhT Boyz - Stuntin On Em [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
NhT Boyz, ya hear me?
Stuntin' on these niggas, man...
Know what I'm talkin' bout?
Free Banga nigga!

[Hook: Chip$ Black]
Give em hell like the devil, how I'm stuntin' on em
Hall of fame with the kicks, how I'm puntin' on em
Nuts on they neck like I'm dunkin' on em
NhT Boyz, lavyii life, we just stuntin' on em
Niggas hands out like a bum or something
Different strokes make em feel like I'm drummin' something
Big ass guns like I'm huntin' something
NhT Boyz, lavyii life, we just stuntin' on em

[Verse 1: Chip$ Black]
Every day I grind, I gotta go and get it
Get the work and then we flip it like we goin' swimmin'
Transactions back and forth it's like we playin' tennis
Change of plans, I rob man like my name Dennis
Get the caution tape, them NhT's killin'
If I miss I'm running back, call me Corey Dillon
Bitch I'm flossin' like a dentist, come and get your fillin'
Smoking weed, counting money, cuz a nigga livin'
I hustle every day it's time to let em know
I'm a Oakland nigga ballin', I'm Leon Powe
Really get it with the pimpin', Don Juan tho'
Hatin' on a nigga getting money, but they still broke
Bad bitches and my fam is who I ride with
That's who I fly with, keep me on my fly shit
Ballin', a lot of niggas hatin' so we dodgin'
And for the money, to the top is where we climbin'

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Knowledge]
Nigga I'm a boss, like a vault, how I keep cash
Addicted, I get dope, love the feeling of relapse
Slidin' in the whip behind tint with my seat back
Baby blowing dick, asking it for some feedback
Miami South kicks, I'm on fire like Backdraft
Paper route fly, I'm receiving like Mccann
Broke niggas a joke, comedy on that Sinbad
Alarm type fit, waking shit up like Decaf
Suckas talking pimping, ain't got they feet wet
40 like Haslem, I be earning my heat checks
I keep a hunnit, like a bomb I'm a deep threat
NhT's got respect, Franklins and Aretha
Smoking on the best reefer
NhT, we in your speakers
Passport for the whip, cuz the bitch got foreign features
Put the 4 in the liter, we be sippin' all day
NhT Boyz them Beastie Boys, nigga we three the hard way

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Nikatine]
Nikatine Da King, bitch you know I bang that Yang
I'm with Chippas and Fit Game, and you know they bang the same
You could meet your destiny, child, just say my name
And we could jump around, NhT your House of Pain
Dumping out the swisher guts, lick and twist the swisher up
Riding down the block with a fox, like Vivica
Make em burn like dinner rolls, Slam dunk no finger rolls
Talking like they've killed before and can't even kill a show
Ask me what I know about a pussy nigga? Nothin'
I don't know nothing cuz I don't know none of 'em
Cats still hating on the fame, that's lame
Nikatine more seasoned than the 82 games
You don't know nothing, learn something 'bout NhT
Connected to the cheese, like the floor to her knees
I'm shady in the streets and I'm shady in the sheets
Fuck a bitch til she sleep then I peel her for her weed
Da King

[Hook]