Ron-Loc - "The Mobfather" [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

“The Mobfather”

Verse 1: [Ron-Loc]
Hit the game humble now I’m hostile and hungry
Giving a mad fuc* no labels don’t want me
I'm setting up shop advertising my own shyt
Die shooting for a nigga play me like a bitch
West Coast OG’s overtiming
Dope nigga you was when you laied ya foundation Loc im him
So reminice about the shyt that you been did
Cause I ain't moving like a fresh Giza Pyrimid
All who oppose me Im punching niggas lights out
Wanna be a bitc* homie fuk it pull the pipes out
Anyway the competition take it I’ll be right there
Dead broke nigga or a muthafukin billionare
Recognize, the d spot is the flow timing
With the calculation ain't another nigga einstiening
Like im when in the zone staring down the barrel
Few hundred years back it would have been a bow and arrow
When they was squabbling over land where the trees grow
Same shyt nowadays but its abut the money though
To my last breath no man scares me
Daddy with the edge kids gonna have a place to sleep
Humble and respectful then ya gone get stepped on
Till you starve and everybody stomach line gone
Then ya foundation similar to where I came from
And people want to question where the attitude and game from
Path got you telling everybody fuc* you
Cause when it wasn’t no food I remember no you
Scars from the early path of a Mobfather

RIP Don Corleone
I thank your family for "The Godfather"

RIP Don Corleone
I thank your family for "The Godfather"