Shawn Chrystopher - LAlien [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]
Sitting in this room I grew up in
Conversing 'bout some shows out in Dublin
Shit, you need self-esteem, a tablespoon of luck
And you come where I'm from you got no chance to muthafuck it
So if a nigga had to rap he had to snap and all my niggas had to trap
I had the [Acura?] two door with the beats in back
I couldn't put my seats back so if I had to relax
A nigga had to slim down in the front, like a nigga tryna stunt
I'm talking, two miles per hour down the [?] like niggas had the pump
We hit the lows before the johnnies broke and [know?] we had to jump
West Side we had the funk, roll it up we had the skunk
You screaming shooting hoops well lace 'em up, got Jordans in my trunk
Eleven patent leathers on yo mark ass
Back in '05 we jumping niggas for they bus pass
My nigga Lester had the all-white EXT
I seen that shit in Usher video, that shit so fucking clean
Confessions my nigga let it burn
I made some money, lost some money nigga live and learn
But now I'm back up on my grind and I ain't dropping time
My momma holding out her hand so I can drop a dime
My father died 'fore he taught me how to be a man
Like how you leave me with these tools but you ain't leave no plan
It wasn't 'til I traveled lands and finally overstand
To be a man for yo fam, this ain't no Peter Pan
This rap game is hit or miss and [?]
And a pound of that shit smell like a can of piss
My nigga graduated from canibus to a band of bricks
If I got paid for sitting shotgun I ain't saying shit, least not to you
Have the feds out here playing Clue
They drug me over to my momma, she like "who is you?"
See that's the code, never talk to those who [?]
We sell the washer face to face my nigga friend or foe
And never flap your lips to every Jim and Joe, what's the figaro
Or you gon' be locked up throwing deuces nigga Bigalow
West Coast 3 Stacks, no Semi-Pro, let my semi load
Then explode, now [beep] now, who's the next to blow, blooyow!
Really, wanna fuck with me do ya?
Know that I can see through ya, and bring the drama straight to ya
Grandma's doorsteps, no [?] my nigga I needed four steps
And since I'm hot again, these bitches wanting more sex
I swear this fame has got my head inside a vortex
The seller said come back again bitch I got four checks
Cash me out, cash me out, cash me out
You know they all scared of niggas, that's what that movie Crash about