Sam Lachow - 80 Bars Part 1 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Sam Lachow - 80 Bars]

I'm not a rapper, I just talk a lot of spit
And cheef cheaper in the beacon, I'm rollin' with B skeezin
The team strong, we love em' and duck em'
And lead em' on
I'm the teacher here’s a lesson
Read along snitches, I dropped a song snitches
Where’s the competition
We get hifey mess around and make some wrong decisions
Yeah we the ones to watch, just spent a whole day watchin'
I'm at the spot poking smot with the moor gang partners
Nah nah nah
Say Im the only one, girl you can’t pretend
You’re a groupy, you’re messing with all my rapper friends
New trends but we never change
We stay the same, Huckleberry say my name
What's my mother loving name?

Lachow, I'm making my city proud
Got a pocket full of venom, embedded in black denims
I sent them this track, let em' react to the fact that, I'm
Killin' em', killin' em', baby
I blamed it on the dumb green yoda, mixed it with red jedi
Hopping the first flight on United Airline red eye
Yes I rap in my corduroy pajamies
Sammy Huckleberry gosh damnit, ha ha ah

Don’t hurry, fuck it lets burn a blunt
Cut it, gut, stuff it, hurry up
Popping a bottle and pour it in a funny cup
On the way to the Bahamas, in my polka dot pajamas
I'm the type to roll an L up while I'm watchin' the wire
I'm the type to watch a million episodes till I'm tired
I'm the type to put some PB and jelly up in my belly
I could be a Jimmy [?], if you were more like Grace Kelly, Sammy
SlaChow, double chin bushy brow
I'm doin pussy, I'm a push it in your tooshy now
This I reckon got the game going wacky
Like dang I'm getting Dorito stains on my khakis

In the back of the whip with the town fan
Knocking the jams out of your momma’s sedan, damn
I remember when this shit played
I swear this song brings me back to Seattle in fifth grade
I was, punkin' bullies and getting saved by the bell
Crushin' on Sally May and Michelle
Went from, Lunchable snacks, milk box in my knapsack
Graffiti sprayed hoodies wanna strap up my backpack
I'm getting a little tired of your broken promises Vick
Looking at your pages seein' different numbers and shit
Now you getting mad cause I don’t wanna cuddle and shit
I mess with other chicks at least I'm using rubbers and shit
Marijuana leaves on the socks I rock now
Locked out, every single door, and they locked now, get knocked down get back up
Lets wrap it up, slow the beat down so I can spit it fast on these schmucks

Whoa, take it real slow
Gotta a little want a little more, but I don’t sell, yo
I’ll tell you what [?]........
We can all live happily, I got a bag with me open half of these
Pass the purple baby, baby pass to me before I pass the beat back to Master P
Cause my cash long and your cash hurt
My glass bong got a glass perk
I fast forward leave your back in reverse
I would try a little harder but my back huuurrrt
Back problems in my family gene
That isn’t relevant but I just thought I’d explain
My momma always told me eat all of your greens
I started crack rock rap get up out of these fiends

So I tore up the rules
Lachow, I popped Molly before it was cool
Lachow, I showed up to the class in shecks
I never rocked Jordans my parents couldn’t afford em'
Lot of girls I used to look at would never look back at me
Now they plottin' with their girlfriends trying to get back at me
I fucked em' over, I fuckin' told em' its fuckin' over
Now she sloppy drunk and I'm fuckin' sober, You think I'm jokin' baby?
You think your brakin' my heart but do I look broken baby?
I don’t even blaze anymore, okay I'm smoking maybe
I'm only sayin' baby who can you trust?
I swear these girls be askin' for too much

When they want me to take care of them, marry them
Get on with them and bury them
And on our anniversary, something special prepared for them
Chill with em', be real with em', love em' and have a meal with em'
On the real I don’t feel I could deal with em'
You feel me though?
Seattle, you feel me though?
New York City, do you feel me though?
And I'm done
Nah I won’t charge ya for it
I hate authority got a problem with law enforcement
Ha ah ha alright man run that back, I'm good
Lachowwww