Prototype [Burghtown] - Bushido Brown [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Eat a dick old man!
Yeah fool....fuck you bitch ass old man!
Punk ass, pussy ass...
Eat a sack of baby dicks muthafucka!

[Gift Money]
Gift Money!

[Raw Dawn]
Yeah!
Featuring Raw Dawn, Prototype, Gift Money, Burghtown
Yeah, this how we doing it
Bout to let the beast out on you bitches
Let me let ya'll know something
Yeah, come on, bring it to em Prototype
Featuring Raw Dawn, you know how we do this
Yeah, let's go in

[Verse 1: Prototype]
Who's a cop killer? You a cop killer?
Fuck killing cops, my girl's the cock thriller
Man in the mirror, hyphy, give stamina
Told the bitch rule number 1, pop pill up
Get her wet, kill on site, snipe Anguilla
Took her to the hole, Chauncey Billups
It's building up
Here I come yo, Olly Olly Ox
Kung-fu grip, mama must know sign language
Play a nigga like a fiddle, ho you ain't shit
On the real, she tried to kill my mans
Niggas kick in the door hinge
Set up, now I'm out for revenge
Got the money out the sofa, bitch get up off me
Colonel H. Stinkmeaner keep hateocracy
B.O.B.C. be the credo, keep keep on
Not tryna go out like Bushido...Brown
Decyple got the text, be easy
Hoochie with the head game teepee
P fucked up like WAMO, Aaron McGruder on the tv
Peep, the choo-choo was coocoo
Got that E-85 minus 16
Gassed up with her ass up
Was her plan to blind me with lust?
What's really fucked up
Stepped on and crushed my cds tryna run through the cut

[Hook]
Now you can ride if you wanna ride, die if you wanna die
You know the bad guys prosper, live long
By the end of the movie he gone sing that song...blow!
So for now, let the horns go off
You can ride if you wanna ride, die if you wanna die
Young man, ya mind's in a maze
You got war, how you want it, with the pen or the blade?
Resurrect, come back as a slave
Check it

[Verse 2: Raw Dawn]
Burghtown
Raw Dawn steps in with the headline story
Young cat got his head wrapped for not having enough nuts to gain this glory
And it's the same old news, but I spit this truth like tobacco chews
I'm the last of the official money getters
Wig splitter nigga, hit you with the liquor
Done dirty to the dozen, and my rap attack keeps me street buzzin'...yeah
I'm groomed from the old-school, never snooze to lose
I'm a short brim collar up cool
You know my shit shine
With that 40 cal, cause only of my design
Tell me boy, what you go hard for
Is it for bread and steaks fam or you just out of place?
You see this game is fair play, till these maggots eating your remains away
The heat in the night beats in intense rhythm
Where the devil meets the weak and befriends him
Leave that to the solider who laughs with him
I laugh so hard sound like I'm gaspin', for air
My cold stare tell who all there
Taking your soul to that lower layer
Where the pain is hard to compare

[Bridge]
Oh yeah, look at you!
You was popping all that good shit a second ago
Then you got kicked in yo chest
You eat a dick nigga, you eat a dick!

Ah yes, the legendary Bushido Brown
The greatest black karate man that ever lived

That's "Grandmaster Bushido Brown"

Of course it is

[Hook]

[Outro]