Quarashi - Stun Gun [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Tiny]
Ayo this shit doesn't come easy
Hey don't misjudge me
Whatever might displease you
Still couldn't touch me
I don't care what I write is what I'm gonna bust
Fights on round one, if you fuck with anyone of us
What? Please, you better run 'til your knees concede
Shit hits the fan next time you see me
And I don't stall about what's up with ya'll
Now freeze, on the spot when it's time to let it all out
And I don't know, I just don't know
Why things always get little bit out of control
Why people get rowdy when I come into the place
Whoops, there goes my glass in your face

[Chorus]x2
One time for my posse (posse)
Two time for my homes (homes)
We'll be chilling in the backseat (backseat)
Where we bury the bone (bury the bone)

[Tiny]
Here's a birdie who plays dirty in this game
It's a shame that my ex wants to act this way
What a hag, man, what a bunch of crap to say
When I've been nothing but fair with you up 'til this day
But hey, you got what you wanted so choke on this shit, too
You got issues
Why you think I broke up with you?
Dammit, can't you see I don't need this crap?
I can't believe this, bitch, give me my CD's back!
Infact how's that for a turn on
For your ugly ass and a face I wouldn't even shoot (scratch) on
I'll tell you this much, you really got me pissed off
You flat-chested bitch
You really thought I went this soft?
I tried to be nice
But if all you want is beef, then
A word of advice so you can sink your teeth in
I can be your bearer
Of ill rotten blues
When you disregard me this way
I bring bad news

[Chorus]x2
One time for my posse (posse)
Two time for my homes (homes)
We'll be chilling in the backseat (backseat)
Where we bury the bone (bury the bone)

[Chorus] (slow)
One time for my posse
Two time for my homes
We'll be chilling in the backseat
Where we bury the bone


[Tiny]
My experience is limited
Reputation is discredited
The locals read it man
I have to live here
Please edit it
You can type that I'm quite nice if they buy it
I like my weekends private
Real peaceful and quiet
I don't condone violence
Read books for recreation
I interfere with politics and
Public relations
So put that in your piece
And a lid on it please
Doesn't matter if you bend the truth a little bit, see?
Next time I'm in the studio
I'll take my grudges out
And you can get the clean version sent to your house
This is my scene now, and I'm a crate for more
'Til the world breaks
What the fuck you take me for?

[Chorus]x2
One time for my posse (posse)
Two time for my homes (homes)
We'll be chilling in the backseat (backseat)
Where we bury the bone (bury the bone)