Sevin - Tha Greatest [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Creased up, Beautifully pretty
Platinum flake paint on the new infinity
Uh, High tech booth for the MIDI
So I can produce while I move through the city
Fresh tee, jewel to the titty
Especially lookin' smooth with a 50
No stress we, Just on route to balissi
Lord bless the G's that's usually with me
I'm banged out, Cruisin' to 50
Security observes wit the uz in the dickie's
Chicks, They take flicks of the dudes in the twistie's
I don't do quickies, I ain't rude, But I'm picky
In the cockpit, Of a hot whip
Wit a drop kit, HOG clique, Nigga got it
Lockin the profit, The topic Of the gossip
Still hot like I'm not rich
What

[Chorus 2X]
Been the greatest since the 80s
And we can't let haters fade us
We hit the stage in Chuck Taylors
Still prayin' "Jesus save us"

[Verse 2]
Skip to the place and ain't waitin'
We kick in the gates, with a clique just as thick as the state pen
Wit a flick of the wrist they insist we sway in
We glistenin, They whisperin "This is amazin"
Haters keep hatin, We ain't trippin wit gay men
I spit for the crip and them flamin, Ya listenin, Amen
Rock the show til it pops to the optimal and lock the flow till 6 in the am
I'm sicker than Craven, Meanin he hard
You trip, You get to see the ER
You playin wit the level that really we are
We stay wit the ghetto like a EBT card
One time for the scars and the hood tats
Two time for the ballas and hoodrats
Tre times for the great minds
That ate 9's behind my state line
Y'all understood that

[Chorus] 2X

[Verse 3]
And I'll be all in your EYE
Wit a chick lookin like Tati Ali
Feet up, sprawled out in the v.i.p
I'm knockin B.I.G. like the G I B
Boy, Just tell ya niggas kick back and just parle
I'm enjoyin my environment after a hard day
The star way - snatchin and stackin up our pay
In Sac in back of a Corvet all day
Some of these birds as spicy as the Colonel
You saucy wit the cheese in the dough like we Digiorno
Wishin the night was eternal
The roof ain't on fire, then nigga light the inferno
I'm on rambo, In stance wit my camp, Bro
Do I plan to dance? No
I'm hangin out, Just whippin it up, Sit in the cut
Sippin the cup, Hit 'em up, Like what
And then we swangin out

[Chorus] 2X