RBL Posse - A Lesson To Be Learned [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Hip Hop on a muthafuckin jock
Its the Black C nigga, and I rock non-stop
With the Frisco crew and suckas are losin
Fuckin wit me and catch a steel toe boot an
Right to the Jaw, my crew is straight raw
RBL, thats Ruthless By Law
Thats my muthafuckin posse, and niggas wana pop me
But stop me, pop me, and your hoes still jock me
Like a rabbit to a carrot
A dog to a bone
The big 9 piece
I got it goin on
Cuz hoes on my nutt sack, my money stack is kinda fat
I didn't have to pull a jack to get where a nigga at
I lay down, stay down, always kept my nine around
Cause when you sell crack, dopers come in funny crowds
Tweakin, geekin, none of them are speakin
And when they come around, make sure they ain't sneakin right up on your back
You know they need crack, and they dont have no money
Watch out for the jack
But the tables have turned, and your ass got burned
So punk muthafucka theres a lesson to be learned

(Yea, Chris
You know niggas can't did a pig
So why dont you drop some more of that shot about these punk police out here in frisco
Know what Im sayin? Bust that shit..)


[Verse 2]

First 2 goes out to the police
Fuckin wit me, now your ass got beef
See you started sum static, you silly ass rabbit
Jackin in my hood like a muthafuckin bad habbit
Dippen through my pockets like muthafuckin Dig Dug
I guess Im a nigga that you wana get rid of
It seems that way, in my muthafuckin hood
All you punk police always up to no good
Comin threw sweatin while we trynna get out gurp on
Fuckin up our highs and we sitting in a drug zone
But ya done did it, its the last time to me, see
Now Im gonna gather up my muthafuckin posse
The crazy ass niggas
The crazy ass crew
The crazy muthafuckas with the steel toed boots
Im getn my matches, Im grabbin my gasoline
And blowing that Police station to smithereens
Cause I dont play
Im strapped wih my AK and sendin you blue suits straight to your grave
So Police, you can burn baby burn
Cause the tables have turned
And youve gotn on my last nerves
Lessons, and suggestions is what a niggas stressin
So watch out chief, cause your boys got beat!

(Check this muthafuckin shit out..)

[Verse 3]

Dumpin on the mic is the nigga Mista C
Comin outta Frisco, RBL is my posse
Standin on Harbor trynna sell all my crack sacks
Stress on my mind, from thinkin "will I get jacked?"
But if you scared, go to church
Cuz ain't no fear in my heart, Im still yellin work
Niggas trynna run wild, thinkin they dont hit
Getn too greedy get you gaffled in the mix
Getn popped by the cops not knowing where your goin
Wit a sack in your nutts, hoopin it and sure to get thrown in a patty waggon with all type of agents
And some get killed in high speed chases
No you sittin in court with out givin up a fight
Got sent to the pen, doin 10 to 25..
Some say it ain't worth it
But I gotta go trick so my pockets won't be hurtin
So get back! Get back! Get back!
If you real to the game, than you know Im kickin facts
Yea theres money to be earned
So take notes on what you see..
Cause theres a lesson to be leanred

(Bitch I though you knew, bitch I really thought you knew..
That theres a lesson to be leanred
Bitch I thought you knew, bitch I really thought you knew..
Yea bitch, theres a lesson to be learned
Bitch I thought you knew, bitch I really thought you knew..
(continues till end)