Rebel Legit - Jungle Bass [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

*Chorus* Yea bout the time that i Let em kno
Jungle bass and My speakers go
Knockin pictures on the ground
Speakers bumpin bumpin bumpin
Repeat 2x
Yea
In south we like got Bass
Make the party bounce Bass
Shake the house around
Tell me what you know about
Bass

Verse 1


Yea wax on wax off ice cold Jack Frost
Back to my roots late night black thoughts
Rock with this one to the top with this one
Till the whole world feel it and the block will listen
Head banger to you cop prescriptions
I remember when a nigga didn't even have a pot to piss in
Riding in a UFO
Down south with a clout that's too retro
Kenwood Alpine or you got bose
My sub got bump it knock down doors
I got that King Kong that Godzilla yo disc play like baby baba
Ya shit sound weird like Lady Gaga
Stretching through the outer limits call it Syfy
Cuttin corners in my caddy deville
Powder blue with a brew
And A madam mazell
This is how we do in the ATL
North Side north side regulator rebel
Riding through the city
Whether urban or sadity
I be swerving sitting pretty if you heard it then you feel me

*Chorus*

Verse 2

Poppin tags clock in cash sick with it nigga getting guap in the stash
Hit the doc in the AVE wit the block on smash
Hear the knock in the back of that old school lac
Diamond in the back bumpin diamond in the back
A is where I'm at where the players sip yack
And the ladies get Macked
Gc to Dec where I gain my respect what you know about that
Annie Cane
Catch a young nigga up on a rum rush
Insane with the game never tame when I aim at your frame
That's a mother fuckin gun bust
Switch lanes switch dames get your funds up
Just young nigga chasing them dollar bills
Mackin these hoes from Marietta Alpharetta to Collins hill
Check my stats gotta lot of skill
Check my whip my whip appeal
Stackin my relish with Corella in my coop deville
A town stay down running nigga down like a running grey hound
With pocket full of change and a loaded Tre Pound
And my nigga bout pay and don't play a round

*Chorus*

Verse 3

What you know about them amps them subs and them tweekers
That Eq on custom banging through the receiver
What you know about them thick girls bonafide divas
Styrofoam full of patron pouring it by the liter
What you know about them white walls
Ducking 12 we don't like laws
Whip's tinted we representing
You can drive fast I don't recommend it
Them Gwinnett County po-lice
They strapped to take yo life
Where them girls looking so right
If you got that game then you might get nice
This is hot Lanta where we got grammar
Is some wack nigga here I will not slander
Got baby flows and improper manners
Dont take care of kids I don't got no pampers
Swaping dimes you dropping dimes
Top of the line no Calvin Klein
Coming down underground
This jungle bass with my life on the Rhyme

*Chorus*