ROB REGIS - Cold Lo Mein [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Rob Regis]

I woke up
Eating Cold Lo Mein
Splitting these cats
Cause I wrote those flames
Niggas always know
Cause I spoke gold game
So how trill is you
With your rose gold chain?

Your raps are left overs
Like Cold Lo Mein
Splitting these cats
Cause I wrote those flames
Niggas always know
Cause I spoke gold game
So how trill is you
With your rose gold chain?

[Verse 1: Rob Regis]

I put a pause on the mayan prophecies
Cause nobody out there stoppin' me
You wanted Rob deceased?
You better drop some G's
Or get hung up, nigga
Like apostrophes

Oh, it's the other Rob
With speakers to hit
And I'm reachin' the tip
But I'm eager as shit

AND SPEAKIN' OF LICKS
I'll backhand you for stepping on my toes
THESE SNEAKERS A GRIP
Tell your mama ye ain't know
THAT REGIS THE SHIT
What I'm dropping's just too cold
We beastin' in this
Shit, we feastin' in this

But the fat boy got fed up
Isn't that just obvious?
We gon' shut it down
What's up, now you got them sloppy wrists?

"Hungry for revenge?"
Yeah, this ain't Ethiopia
Mama 'bout to lose her mind
And she leanin' over ya
Bastards in some caskets
And now she weepin' over ya
And I'm maxing and relaxing
Ain't gon' lose no sleepin' over ya

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rob Regis]

Back...
Just to get to the front of your mind
With a bunch of bricks and clips
That I dump all in my rhymes
They said that I'm lukewarm
Why not, deliver the heat?
I figure the beat
Ain't bigger than me
I'm sick of the sweet
Sick of the beef
Sick of the G's
Sick of the rappers who switched to me
Ain't did shit for me. .

But that's cool [But that's cool]
But that's cool
I'm about to blow this bitch up
With a paragraph, to embarrass cats
Like your girl trying to life my dick up

Pick up, another copy
Of that Zilla noise
That's them iller boys
Who act like they kill for joy

Jackin' up the beats
Like we don't know exactly what ransom means
Jumping on these rappers
They all must be "MC Trampoline"

Ummm...
Start taking your Xannies please
And wash it down with Anti-Freeze
And play this 'til your granny screams:

"Well, I Never.." and I better
See you niggas chill
You got to put the effort
Get that mic out your hands
Before it's getting severed

I figure, I got to take 'em
"Where?"
To where the sun don't shine
I rung yo' rhymes and hung yo' lines
All that's next is to punch yo' spines
[All that's next is to punch yo' spines]

Belligerence is needed
And no, I'm not conceited
I'm looking at your weakness
Like who's gonna defeat this?

Zilla...
Ninja...
Whatever
My nigga

"But why are you inglorious
Why be so mysterious?"
Cause this is just they hobby
But to US
We take it serious

[Hook] 2x