Profitt - Crooked I Anthem Ridaz [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Chorus (Profitt):

Who the best (RIDERS!!!!)?
Crooked I (RIDERS!!!!)
Naptown (RIDERS!!!!)
Midwest (RIDERS!!!!)
Who the best (RIDERS!!!!)?
Naptown (RIDERS!!!!)
Midwest (RIDERS!!!!)
Crooked I (RIDERS!!!!)
Who the best (RIDERS!!!!)?
Midwest (RIDERS!!!!)
Crooked I (RIDERS!!!!)
Naptown (RIDERS!!!!)
Who the best (RIDERS!!!!)?
Crooked I (RIDERS!!!!)
Naptown (RIDERS!!!!)
Midwest (RIDERS!!!!)

First Verse (C-Loc):

Fools and fellas start bailin' cuz look we quick to blaze somethin'
Keep it hoppin' Lil' Mama, so won't you quickly shake somethin'?
From the projects, to Hollywood, back up in the projects
Slang chickens off in every hood, can't nare a nigga stop that
Profitt, and C-Loc y'all know you heard of that
I ain't trippin', anything movin' boy we gone murder that
Be gone where you don't deserve to breathe boys
Spittin' game to one-time
I hope they got they two cuz bitch I got mine, ya heard me?
Steady hollerin' Down South niggas act a fool my nigga
Totin' two twenty-threes, so fuck the rules my nigga
Got a donkey dick to give a bitch the blues my nigga
Like the deep freezer better keep your cool my nigga
Tell your Mom you met the psychopathic madman
And when you come up missin', tell 'em check behind the trash can
May God be wit'cha when I hit'cha with the Mac in the back
Take that you bitch you, and tell Satan that
I did it for my....

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Second Verse (Profitt):

My Brightwood riders
Hillside riders
Paulfield, Porchscroh, 3rd Ward riders
Four block riders
Southside riders
Two nine riders
Naptown riders
Say damn little put 'em up
You swear that you hard enough
Let it be known that you got 'em bust
Let it be known that your set get buck
Now who the fuck
Am I? I'm bringin' noise out the Nap
Been hard from the back
Profitt and C-Loc don't know how to act
Screamin' how you do dat?
Terror, from the South of my house
Bring on the Pall Bearer, cuz we takin' hoes out
Indiana playa, you hatin' every bit of that
Which you could get rid of that
We hit you then split you, forget you like 40 get sick wid that
Presidental stat, our town is where it all go down
Me on the track with C-Loc for sure burn it down
Midwest gone get at'cha, pullin' weight like a tractor
And down to get dirty playa if I have to

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