Sam King - What I'm Talkin' Bout [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook x2: Sam King]
It seems that
I don't even know what I'm talkin' 'bout
You don't even know what I'm talkin' 'bout
You don't even know what you're talkin' 'bout
I'm 'bout to show you, quote that I told you
That I know just what I'm talkin' bout

[Verse 1: Sam King]
Real G's move in silence, filet mignon
'Bout to show you who your dad is, filet your mom
Eight ball in my socket, it's hoppin', but it ain't no problem
Big tree in your leaf and you're chiefin', but it ain't no chron'
That's stupid, the fuck you on? My movement
What city you claimin'? Las Vegas
I never been asked to prove it
Where all they know is "get dollars"
"Fuck them hoes and get faded"
You'll never find yourself played out
If you got me on your playlist, the fuck you talkin'?
Born in the city, where my dad was a leader
He was the king of the rebels, he was the king of the people
The people placin' up on him, the people greasin' up on him
You see me eatin' on songs, you see me movin' along
And that's progress, put a thousand in her bra strap
Now every time she cashin' out
She want me to hold onto all that rent
Hopin' that I have, matter fact
Bring the whole damn thing plus a half
Who gon' swing when the king in they path?
Ball so hard, beast named Sam
Sister named Summer, the Summer of Sam
We killin' our city, my family went L.A.M
That's live as a motherfucker, bitch, don't switch
Same people in my clique and my clique still clickin', like ugh

[Hook x2: Sam King]

[Verse 2: Futuristic]
I don't even know what I'm gon' say, treat a bitch like I'm O.J
One glove, we could role play
Choke her out 'til Jerry tell me that I'm in the sin, it's okay
Every day's a fuckin' show day
I'm a baller, so you know I had to come up with the crowd dunk
I'm with the Buff Nerds, flexin' on a loud punk
If Hip-Hop is dead, they haven't found us
We built it from the ground up
I ain't playin' no more, don't know what the fuck the game is
Mike Jack cause I'm dangerous
Strangest faces rearrangin' any time they hatin'
Verbal exchanges, verse heinous
Niggas outrageous if they thinkin' they could take us
If you really thinkin' that you feelin' that courageous
Step into the cages, your species 'bout to be endangered
I promise I got it, SK, please don't trip
Cause you know that we killin' these niggas
If they want a feature then send us them benjis
You know that we billin' these niggas
I won't sign no dotted line, no, I ain't got the time
I cannot deal with these niggas
Every track I make I'm pitchin' that heat
Bitch, I swear that I always crush ill on these niggas, whoo!

[Hook x2: Sam King]