Pat Dolla$ - Dolla Fam II [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1 - Pat Dolla$
You know its Dolla Fam Bitch and they call my side the great white
My mental dictionary lacks the word break lights
Going In cause im grounded like staying out late night
Act ya age mu fucka not your J Size, Hey guys
Never reject it cause we the high now
Me and Ty connected like Anthony Davis eyebrow
I'm out of line like I hit it foul
Was gunna trade my 16's to Rocket Up like if they delt pau
Man I ain't one for war but im down for combating
Cause i've been putting in more labor than contractions
In a prime state of mind
Just to keep it Balanced when I rhyme
Real up fron then ignorant on the side Biatch
1,2, Mic Checking, I hope ya learn ya lesson
All from me cause I studied my obbesions
Illmatic, Stillmatic, Reasonable Doubt
Graduation had me thinking of being a College Dropout
But thats Cool
Bumping Man on the Moon
With Food and Liquor on my Table of Moods
Ya don't get it, Blind Cupid
Dolla$ Bitch so the Nose is Kinda Jewish
I'm coming for them Dolla$ Bitch with a side of Mila Kunis
Staying Underground is Retarted but the Rhymes are Stupid
That's all that matters anyway, Used to be in a hole
Went to High School, got Soul
You said I turned black, I prefer in control
Mind on the Money Like I dream of Robbing Banks
Ya'll got horrible Motives
It's either respect or the checks, hard to get both of em
We pray to god and Hope we get hope from him
But my flow is too dirty, I hope ya got Soap from him
Yea, I'm too official
I know I'm skinny but is that really an issue
Dick So Blowable It should be under a tissue
Black and White Bars, Caption, The words convince you
I aim Big now I see the Wolves Hunting
Go Ahead take your best Hit
You calling me whack, We call that Full Fronting
My Entire Team Sucks is what ya say, Ya like the Mets Bitch

Verse 2 - Young Ty

Yea, And Dolla$ ima kill em'
I love when my haters talk cause they my victims
No Violence, Rather leave you in Silence
Leave you Jokers locked up in the Arkham Asylumn
Yea, Never ran, Only to the Paper
With a bunch of hoes, something like a Cheese Grater
Not me, Got one Lady She's Greater
No Tats but you know the clothes Stay Taylor'd
You stunt but I stunt hard
Evil Knievel shooting all the way to the stars
Used to rock the baggy jeans with the doo rag on
That's back when Cam had the pink on
Yea, I'm moving at a steady pace
On my path to greatness but its not a race
You acting like you slow boi, Tom Hanks
On fire in this bitch boim Lloyd Banks
This rap game, homie I'm extra faithful
I could switch up different flows like I'm watching cable
These niggas baby food, The Rhymes just ate you
I'm really grateful, I'm the shit so you know I'm distasteful
Shout out to the niggas thats doing better
Making headlines, front page news letter
Hell Yea Fucking Right I'm up in here
Go ahead with ya self you better take care
Yea, a new artist with a new feel
Speaking different shit so I need a different feel
Zeuz in the game, No Achille's Heel
And I'm breaking in the game like a fucking drill
I'm the one you need to watch for
I do the right thing, but yea I'm a South Paw
I'm all in the front, yea you in the back doors
I pass pat the pass off the backboard
Yea, Do it something like Chris Paul
I guarantee ya niggas that I will never fall
I quarantine ya niggas if I here some more
You R&B my nigga, You don't rap raw
Na, you could do a lil singing
Try to switch it up make sure the cash flow ringing
My Rhymes hit hard man you know them shits is swinging
You know what we is, Dolla Fam
You can come and Holla Fam
Don't fuck with bitch niggas like Juwanna Mann
Watch my Green Grow like a Garden, Pardon my French
Number 1, I clinch, On Some new shit
2012 Bitch