O-Town Spitters - Mercy [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Fuzzy Jones]
Well, it is a weeping and a moaning and a gnashing of teeth
It is a weeping and a mourning and a gnashing of teeth
It is a - when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
Believe (believe!)

[Hook]
Okay Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna jerk me

[Verse One: P-Stunna]

What's poppin? Stunna bout to punish
Why would I enter a contest, I already won this
Cause of you people I do not have a private jet
I spit fire on the track, make the beat sweat
Resorting back to my old ways
Sitting in class, caught up in a daze
You been amazed
I been afraid
Of what the game
Gon do to me when I achieve fame
Bend the frame
Break the mold
I just started, you already came
But guess which one of us is getting old
Way too cold
I pimp them hoes
Girl hit the flo
What size are those
That's pocket change
Polo, I ain't got no Hanes
You can buy my CD, or pirate the thang
Still got a hot dame
Giving me brain
No Mercy, ho, give me back my pimp cane
O-Town Spitters
And Daz roll with us
Blunts the size of King Kong's fingas
Us three guys against these little niggas
Did it way before Clip but let's see who make it bigger
I'm a pimp going on a whore binge
Smoke sour like an orange
Capture the rap game-Wurmple
Put the blunt down and sip on some purple

[Verse Two: Tha Clip]

In the game on Mercy
What I'm saying is firstly
This is what I'm doing seriously
But I'm not in it commercially
Last verse but in first place
Hit em probably in the worst way
Like zombies be throwing up, people getting sick of your face
This is what I'm up in
You ain't nothing
So quit bluffing
Calling yourself burglars
I ain't never heard worse
Daz and Stunna's beef squashed
Get a grill, we'll make burgers
Speaking of which I'm hungry
Eat rappers like nothing
Too bad I spit them out
These hoes be putting out
Immature like a pudding pouch
Causing a fire up in here, too bad you can't put it out

[Hook repeat]