Ron-Loc - “#SnoopDoggWithAClitSlapped” #LosAngeles #DissRecord [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Song: “#SnoopDoggWithAClitSlapped” #LosAngeles #DissRecord
Artist: Big Ron-Loc
Album: #HostileAndHungry6 (The Mixtape)
Producer: Dr. Dre


Verse 1

I don’t even want to eat right now, My stomach all fuc*ed up from going throughout a pack of black and milds in a morning
Couldn’t sleep and wow, Im having nightmares that the california highway patrol men done put a bounty on my Head psycologically
Just Imagine my space, Snoopy Camp shooting subliminals but I ain't for play, Niggas was really riding through the streets to records you wrote, Imagine niggas catching bodies to you find out you hoe, Imagine niggas with them choppers wife and kids on the floor, Aftermath of the mathamatics FuQ win lose or draw, for playing with me no insulting my family card, Beefing with all my last breath to put you under the yard, Ya catalog reflect a dope fiend bunch of fancy producers, Niggas was jealous of 2 PAC now you and Suge taking pictures, Just imagine as the preachers reading scriptures, Its killers pointing choppers at your casket still trying to hit ya, Just imagine Dr. Dre through the bullshit when you ran off to New Orleans and hid, like a dog with a clit, And came home pushing Goldie Loc and Tray Dee shit, DJ Battle Cat the only thing I was fucking with, So nowadays we hustle on this internet shit, I got access to the beats to show who can't rap for shit, I practice what you preach and fuck you up every sentence, They question johnny kokran, yo bitch ass is a whitness, Taunting niggas murda was that they gave you, Ain't nobody chase the car fuck the Outlaws two, The Karma got you phonies all togather, If pac was still breathing he would fuck with niggas never, he would have cut yall bitches like the quad studio crowd, Except it would have been the phonie ass business men on the west, Im the wrath of what happen when the real mafia, spot the killers of a made man, grey headed niggas still dropping mixtape’s damn


“Hook”

This is how I leave a Snoopy Dogg with a clit Slap, My Raps to Gangsta for me to call you a bitch back
(Repeat)


Verse 2

You was at the white house for how you give white investors head, It was that nigga john carey trying to get in obamas head, Cause he was mad at some bullshit George Bush said, And you was trying to catch up with Jay Z except obama didn’t invite you, that shit was just grounds for a scandle but you know you to old to go to Jail in DC, like the house of Blues show when you got cold feet, You was acting kinda with it pac was really in the street, The whole Death Row protection was the Compton Police, They was putting in work an then blaming Crips and Bloods, And Suge Knight crooked ass had the plug, If you was fucking with the LAPD, Then you the same kind that the Las Vegas PD, caint even steal a fucking bag of chips how they miss pac, floyd ain't got the same love on my block, Simalian pirates with the choppers out collecting investors names
It ain't no choice if you born black, people choose to be gay
So when it come to civil right how in the fuck we the same, when gays work for 200 free murdered raped & beat, politically you’ll get your issues pushed with priority


“Hook”

This is how I leave a Snoopy Dogg with a clit Slap, My Raps to Gangsta for me to call you a bitch back
(Repeat)