Shockers - Bally On [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Ghetts]
I remember when I came home
Hopefully early September
Tag on my ankle
Trying to see life from my own upper angle
When at first the mandem won't understand you
Everybody's saying I ain't on it any more
My nigga Chloe Ashman [?] in the war
Twenty five, before we reached twenty five there was twenty five of us
At the 25 bus standing ring
Twenty five like the [?]
[?]
Got rich now I'm back to broke
I put it on my life I'ma be wealthy again
You know get the one with your girl big a ten
And niggas only run when they fail to defend
Little nigga leave the irk
You ain't gonna see no [?] in the ends
I know niggas doing spells in the pen
But can't spell with a pen
God bless no man can curse
So I guess no witch can put a spell on me then
Real recognise real but a real nigga can always smell the pretence

[Hook: Shockers]
Carry on
I swear to God I'll put my bally on
Ride on the men horses them stallions
You getting money fuck the Babylon
Bitch, carry on
Nigga, carry on
I swear to God I'll put my bally on
Ride on the men horses them stallions
You getting money fuck the Babylon
Bitch, carry on
Nigga, carry on

[Verse 2: Shockers]
Oi Ghetts, rappin' or trappin'
Niggas in my hood telling me they stackin'
I'm stackin', I'm stackin'
Get money no lackin'
Snub knows when I'm clappin'
Grub goes I get back in
We run the roads with no baton
Niggas wanna hate me change the pattern
Fuck it, carry on
Bitch is in my zone, I wanna go home
She's telling me carry on
Oi Shocks what happened
Heard you got burnt near your heart like Gaviscon
I'm wrapped up
When a [?] put magic on
Get cream, no [?]

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joe Black]
I've been watching these rapping dons
Tell 'em carry on
You already know what Blacks is on
Tell boy I'll put all these trappers on
And when I fling that tracky on
I grind hard all day till the raps are gone
And when I fling that bally on
Make your boy disappear like I'm wavin' a magic wand
Tell 'em carry on, carry on
Your line couldn't pay my phone bill
I'm a gunner
I supply the front line; I'm Ozil
I'm on a come up
But the feds don't want me to prosper
They won't stop till they see a nigga locked up
But I'm one step ahead of them coppers
I'm on the east side I link Shockers
Some real rap for them mobsters
Check the logo on the snapback
Twenty two for them boxers
I ain't worried 'bout nothing I'm doing me
I don't care how hard your block is
I don't care about your Louis belt
I don't care how big your watch is
'Cos when I fling that bally on
I'ma heat up your chest
Better send for the Gaviscon
You already know what Blacks is on
Only real rap in my catalogue
G shit you all know the sound
Real nigga I hold it down
UGK I hold the crown
Snakes in the grass so I mow it down

[Hook]