Packy - Cannon (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Packy]
Yo, what's the process?
You talking non-sense
So imma do this Cannon remix
For you cheapskates, this is how I get my free kicks
This cracker's gonna peel his money like
Yo yo yo yo
Yo, what's the process?
You talking non-sense
So imma do this Cannon remix
For you cheapskates
This is how I get my free kicks
This cracker's gonna peel his money
Cause' that cheese sticks
This ain't no average MC
I'm 10 steps ahead of a rapper that test me
My Choes be
Cold as Gretzky
Wetter than a jetski
Flyer than the jets be
Iller than the Jets D
Word to Revis
I'm shutting down receivers
Taking all these critics
Turn them into believers
Imma kill it
Gon' meet the reaper
Gon' kick the beat
Got my sneakers on the speaker
One hand for my cup
One hand
One hand to hold my damn pants up
I'm 'bout it
Real rappers talk shit
You hoes shout it
I'm not the man round here?
I doubt it!
Realists in the building
Boy get out
You invite me to your city
And I turn that shit out
They be hanging on every syllable
That I spit out
I'm the delivery man
And I'm taking it to the hit house bid-ditch
The way I kill it is redid-ick
And Imma do this shit
Until I'm ridiculously rid-ditch
Get it?
I'm on another level than you
Move the crowd and the song
To the next venue
The next menu
My team gon' eat you
Stand in the way
My team's gon defeat
Got your chick doin shit
Your clique won't believe
Your bitch open the box
And my team's gon be dropping
They say them boy stop it
And let me get low
I'm saying girl drop it
I'm getting dip-so
I love the way you
Lick your lips and them hips go
You want me in them pants?
Give me the zipcode
Uh Uh Uh Uh
Tell me what its hittin' for
I'm already faded
But you know I'm getting more
Uh Uh Uh Uh
Tell me what it;s hittin' for
I got the hot hand
That's what the mitten's for
Yeah, You need it?
I got it
I keep an illy flow
You do not know shit about it
The realest
Tell me I am not it
My whole team's seen
Chasing Hennessey with Hypnotics
Uh
Put me on, I just wanna be the greatest
Speck-ta-tors
Every song on the playlist
All the ladies that played us
That hate us
Even though we're everything they wanted baby
Young, rich, famous
Cannon, Cannon, Cannon, Cannon

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