Pyro Methane - 1991 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]

Oo, la, la, la, hit the dip on your switch when you pop your twat
French kiss a french bitch in the back of the yacht
Classe presidential with the ill papa
Aquire taste for that marmalade, ghetto koolaid
Kick with your white friends think I like the creme brule
Your name shante? would you be mad if I try to kiss the chocolate chante?
Must, excuse my french
I got a thing, got a thing for bilingual lips
The kid kinda dope you can name your fix
Only silly bitch niggas want to stick to the script
Tend to pose, tend to pose when they click click click
Tell the blind cop a stick and hop off my dick
Why these broke rappers wanna rap bout these bricks
Let me show you were I'm from and how to hit that lick
Silly hoe, really niggas ain't for them tricks
I stay humble, stay low till I run the shit
One king, one ankh for a crusifix
Lay dow the the dogs, wake up with the ticks
Young rugga if you nice we can politic
90s nigga and the flow too nice
Where I from is where the shoot that dice
Young odb, young ob trice
Young shotta with claps, get clapped clapped
You don't wanna do that that that
Man why they wanna go and do that that there
Shark city you can get your dome. pat pat pat
Bitch get your nigga, you can get you wig pushed back
They ask how I do that there
Young flow so tight, style just right
Punchlines connect with the bars like dynomite
Pyramids on olive, white
Flow, type hard like hard egg white
And if you looking for the bars I'm the stoner type
Catch me in the beamer paint job midnight
And crack a 40 and we hustle never see day light
Can''t stop won't stop all I see is green lights
But if a nigga really want it he can get it tonight
Bands make me spit 5 k a fight
Its three the hardway, I need more in my life nigga
(money, power respect. all that shit)

[Verse 2]

Whats reallly good in holly wood
Got an uzi clip for a bougie bitch
For a bougie bitch my uzi spit
Get a motherfucking taste when I grab your face
I'm a smooth motherfucker when I put on my cape
Spit flames batter up when I hit them with that venom venom
Better get'em bars might benadrillem
Lyrical murder to the rhythm of the boogey'd bang
I'm bringing the heat. we can bang we can bang we can boogey'd bang
Never swerve on a hoe if she come in my lane
Keep your girl on lock might bang your dame
Swear she just want dick and shrimp lo mein
Couple forties, smoking the finest of things
Middle fingers out the window money ain't a thing
Call me young Phil Jack, I gotta couple of rings, couple of rings
When you come to my city better ask for the king
They call me pyro but Im a major pain
They hating on me but I'm stating facts
I'll smack a nigga face with a couple of stacks
You want to go to war you go to war with the pack
I got shooters out Norfolk where the scoop lay at
Used to Dilly dally when it came to the raps
Untill I took the game over with a couple of track
(couple tracks, couple tracks
Used to dilly dally when it came to the raps
Until I took the game over with a couple of tracks nigga)