Prince Dre - Hommie (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Prince Dre]
I'm ridin' 'round wit' the Mac on me
Got 50 shots in this Mac homie
These niggas act, thas' a fact homie
Like a-fuckin-pplause, we clap homie
We'll leave you on yo' back homie
No shoelace we stay strapped homie
Them shorties wildin' they goin' apes
Them lil' niggas attack homie (x2)

[Verse 1: Prince Dre]
They like O-Block where them killas' at
And Murda-Ville where them killas' be
Them shorties 'bout it they out wildin' they'll put a goofy up on a T
I run up on him where he standin' at
And leave him dead up in the streets
We out lurkin' no hide and seek
I'm a lil' nigga no bodyguard
Playin' tough let the cannon spark 'cuz I ain't 'bout that big teeth
Better watch watchu' sayin' homie, kill you and yo' mans homie
Got a handgun wit' a drum on it
Click-clack go blam homie
Face shots you on the news, got the streets thinkin' like damn homie
Have yo' mama lookin' all dumb
'Cuz the streets took her son
Got Black Gate on speed dial, they'll dump the clip 'till it's done
300 and 600 they march forward like the drummers B
4-6, Rock Creek, Front Street and G.B.G
No Limit thas' E.B.K
Folly Boyz shout out moe'nem
Drama World, shoutout 7-9
17 up in this 9
Fuck the jakes can't spare a dime
Hood rich got a nigga shinin'
Chi-Raq, my city killin'
F.T.O. them niggas dyin'
Prince Dre they know who that is
Dirty nigga check my background
In the dip where the Mac is
Let 'em know how the Mac sound
If he try to run lay his back down
Pussy nigga won't try me
Heavy weight, young Ali
Gun fire, his life flies
Crop a nigga like a I.D
King Drive, 400 East
Know a couple killas', shoutout D.O.D
Low Life and M.G
Wic City, Face World, Ada Park and M.T.V
Dogg Pound and D.D.C
Tay Town and D.E.T
Got a couple bitches that's wit' the shits
F.A. and B.O.G
Missy Go Hard and G.G.E
Young Champion, bitch M.V.P
We out here, up in these streets
Livin' life 'till they bury me
I'm in love wit' money, tell it marry me
Bake a nigga like Sarah Lee

[Hook: Prince Dre]

[Verse 2: Edai]
You fuck niggas better pray
Can't wait to catch Lil Jay
I'ma stand right over 'em, headshot
*BOOM* Thas' for L'A
Can't wait to catch a Insane
I'ma shoot 'em dead in his brain
Let the guys deal wit' his funeral but then go and piss on his grave
See alotta' niggas they fake
I feel I need to seperate
Heard you talkin' bad 'bout bro'nem
You better pump yo' brakes
You talkin' bad on that Twitter shit, come say the shit to my face
I pull up on yo' block nigga and drop yo' set in yo' face, nigga goin' in
No problem
You ain't gotta ask who shot 'em
Got a call, told me they spot 'em
They hit his ass, that Revolver
My niggas do what I say so I tell 'em "Come, it's no problem"
My young niggas gon' flex, doin' hits now feelin' like Gotti
I'm a young nigga gettin' dollas'
Boss nigga, they follow
All these shots they sendin'
All the shots I been callin'
Niggas talkin' 'bout Jojo this and Jojo that
Understand I'll dig him up, re-hit 'em up then send him back
SQUAD ! Les get it