Outer Concept - We Out Here ft. RooRooDaMoonMan, Danny G D-Box, The Majedi & J.U.N. (prod. by Danny G D-Box) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: RooRooDaMoonMan]

We out here my nigga we too busy pullin' triggas
Got them choppas on deck we some crazy cap peallas
We don't cause death, we just make them white neighbors fear us
We got that crazy swag so them bitch phasers hate us
This is O Con boy, straight up blood clot boy
Think we playin' run up on your fuckin' punk block boy
If ya don't got toys then your gonna get played
Cause we stay rollin with the motion like you rollin at raves
Fuck a fake bitch, where the real hoes at
Show my dick to your bitch & she will blow that
Real shit & never trip I just stay on my grind
Just eating on some bomb like I'm dying for some pie
Some niggas stare at us, some niggas hate on us
To be really honest I just don't give a fuck
I just be doing me I ain't tryna be Drake
I'm RooRooDaMoonMan so I'm over with the wait

[Verse 2: Danny G]

Click PLOW mutha fucka it's the D in the building
Started from the ground up and now we in the ceiling
Everybody fucking with this throw some g's and some millions
Out the door grab your four and begin the killing
This is Outer Concept biatch get familiar
Nah the team more than a gang this familia
With a couple of kids that will put the spree in the wheeling
To make the bitch drop you gotta get the beat to build up
Young D banging loud the realest kid is depicted
It's Danny G in the house so ya'll be getting evicted
Kick the sickest of the sick shit simply kicking D-BOX
And bitch I'll never drop like a fucking track from Detox
We rock mutha fucka like on and on
And we ain't stopping till like four somethin' in the mornin'
Forget what you knowin' this the D sound dear
And in case you forgot bitch we out here! Out Con

[Verse 3: The Majedi]
It's Outer Concept bitch you know we out here
But if you don't know get the fuck out of here
Telling me you're sorry damn straight bitch better be
Keep your top down you'll get popped like Kennedy
I've been going hard since fallopian tubes
Come out her sideways and you're getting the boot
I'm tired of the fuck boys give me a semi to shoot
I'm not Biggie Smalls but you can give me the loot
Me Jun, D-Box, and of course Roo Roo
Fucking these bitches with the booty like CoCo
Bitch we loco kill them haters so slow
Show these mutha fuckas the definition of yolo
You just started I'm already on my third lap
Next time you go to bed it's gonna be a dirt nap
You're all bark no bite you ain't down for the fight
Better keep your hands up or else it's goodnight


[Verse 4: J.U.N.]
We fucking out here where there's no messing around
Not about it move over and hand me hand me the crown
Empty empty your pockets and what do you got
And I empty mine out I got a dream and a clock
Which means I'm watching the time which means I stay on my grind
And I be fiendin' for that moment when I'm hitting rewind
On that tape that says play, cause we do it all day
And we be hitting up that studio till we get Grammys
Or until we get money and I be talking 'bout honeys
And all the millions of fans yeah the millions that love me
Running your mouth we ain't accustomed to hate
Fucking around we ain't accustomed to play
We talking 'bout the realest I ain't talking beginner
If I'm playing Scarface then I'm a natural born killer
We make it big we natural born sinners
Man I'm talking 'bout the crew if I'm talking 'bout the illest
The mutha fuckin' illest out of this world it's Outer Concept bitches