Phre$h Prince - Ali Bomaye [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
May god bless the soul of this young soldier,before he tipped over in the rover
Family over everything,and I put that on my Jesus piece nigga

[Verse 1]
Uh
Black cars,black Lexus,Black Benz we cruisin'
Use to have them chains on us,now they gold boy that's been proven
Y'all niggas imprudent
I'm thinking bout my future,have my family sitting right
Ain't no time to Ferris Bueller
You critics wanna criticize
But couldn't visualize individuals lives
Through a criminals eyes,we don't sympathize
Can't hear them talking,too much birds they chirpin'
Talking bout that big cash,but them niggas ain't ever working
Going out and we swervin',Leaning off that Texas
Got my life all Chopped and Screwed,they got O's I sign by X's
We call that well invested,see the blueprint been projected
Better watch you're neck kid,cause they aiming at you're necklace
Call that Smith & Wesson,nigga don't catch attention
They gon' kill us all,just to ball for a second
That wasn't their intentions when they gave niggas them weapons
Dead or in jail by 21,look at Hov and how far we have come
All our problems second to none,we pray to the lord one day that he come
Face the truth got no time to run
SpaceGhost-Killa got me all hung
Take that shit straight to my lung,6 more and I'm done
Man we do this shit for fun,keep these niggas out on a run
Uh

[Hook]
Ali bomaye,Ali Bomaye
Niggas dying,family crying almost everyday
Ali Bomaye,Ali Bomaye
Learnt to provide,so we ride either beat or chased
Ali Bomaye,Ali Bomaye
Keep it trill long as I'm living,boy that's everyday
That's how I ride,never hide here to beat the case

[Verse 2]
Back to the Mac's with the straps
Niggas gon'clap,fore them white folk act
Same niggas that you dap,nigga we don't act
That's a fact
Uh
Fake fucks and liars,all this bullshit's got me tired
And my patience is expired,I just might leave you retired
Always do more then require
You say you work,but you a liar
We bring heat like there's a fire
But we been doing it prior
You tryna put it out like fire fighters
Niggas chirpin' like Pied Pipers
Spit the facts while saving lives; Mekhi Phifer
Rolling round on high beams,Jordans on like I'm Micheal
You could call me sensei and all these niggas my disciples
They tryna copy swag,rock bandanna's,waving flags
Camo shorts or Hermes rags
10-4 they copy that
Shout out to the OG's nigga,R.I.P to Pimp C
Since that nigga gone,them purple cups never left empty
Purple sprite,purple flights,purple nights we do this right
Up at the hotel,rolling backwoods up all night
Keep the purp up on the bible,cause this a holy recital
Feel like standing on the Eiffel,I run with some of you're Idols
All black,all black,all black with them Timberlands
Y'all niggas get divedends,so y'all ain't got no racks to spend