Skank Dollar - Guy Richie (Sam Hurd) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Skanky:verse 1]

Guy Richie
Fuck James comey
Switch lanes on the game
Like andretti
Spit pain cause my heart heavy
Ugh ran shake an bake
Ricky Bobby
Shouts out to my nigga pockey
Got em screaming Laundromat where they sip Sake (YEA)
I think these pics got me
Bout to see me by my name like the 3rd rocky (ad lib)
On the low he a problem like economy
Latina call me papi,,,, Please
Cause my niggas in the fed lobbys
So look baby give me head sloppy
(ad lib)
When you go I don't care where you'll end prolly (probably)
Mixtape copy
Then clouds of dust
Like the coyote
I don't chase birds
I just chase birds
(Ad lib)
Earn my weight in gold
When you weigh words
Bet it stick on the court
Like lawyers
Industry sending lasers
Bitch!! you know I ain't a ball player
(ad lib)
But I'll Jay
In ya face like a Laker
Send ya To Paradise
Not Jamaica (your maker)
I seen parasites
On my neighbors
Seen bed bugs
Rap alcada
(Adlib)
Skank Snoopy when he lay up (what!)
Fuck you nicca pay up
Fuck loosing my cool
In the streets I'm abrasive
John Madden replay us yeah
(ad lib)
Skank dollar on the cover
Baby,,, do business with stranger's
Twerk ass cause
Ya Boy moving up to the majors
No military
But a major
My brother sold girl,,, off a pager
So I threw smokers,, to other dealers
Guess I'm like a slave trader
Bish!! This for my ancestors
(ad lib)
Bitch,,,,, s.t. of the 300
On this track I'm so flea
I just flee on it
For the low like flee markets
I could get it, face clean
Like he washed vomit
S/o to Chris Wallace

(Hook)

[skanky:verse 2]
Gangster,,,
Better use the term loosely
Feds fucks us,,,,,
No Vaseline
I'm a goon I don't have to peace
Nahh
I don't have to please skipy
(Ad lib)
Nahh,,,,, but I beat Ben & Jerry's
Turn back,, like a backstabber
Young crack bagger
Fuck ya girl,, toss a gold wrapper
Aye,, I do this for the ass clappers
(Ad lib)
An My niggas that riding low on a gangsta lean
But if yo ass The boys then don't play me
Might as well say you hate me
Bitch niggas lock you just to stay free
Like a maxi
25 to life
I'm that guiding light
Over iron Mike
Tyson, Jackson right ugh
Jordan, number one Nike's
One the low,, they say he blew
Vanilla ice
But he walk the ocean too
Don't fall inside
Don't let the color gas you its just the sky
You hear that beat baby
Snort a base line
While fools get high off the own supply
I'm that dude spitting rhymes under golden eye
He could flip double 0 7's
56 minus 14
See me by 42nd
On a promo screen
Mann My shit mean
All white like Mr clean (crack)
You could talk to the hand like miskeen
Pussy niggas getting mad what does this mean?
I'm the shit out the pamper and baby seat
You air laundry, no hampers
With corny speech
Guy Richie
Or a deity
Paint a pictures and write thriller a master piece

(Hook)

[Skanky;verse 3]
Ugh s.t. eezy be e-z
I warned you flow get greasy
Oil spill over these beats ugh
You snitch so much
Don't blame me
I spit so much they won flame me
New matrix glitch
Or is he
You popping pills on whiskey
I'm popping
Pushed perks for twenty
White girl's, they wanna work for nothing
Skanky,,,keep your team punting
Black shirts and cargo's on my G's
Pockets to fat for ambrocombie
But skank to black for mike jefferies
Got o lines
Olshansky
Hard or soft yo girl wanna chance me
I'm Tryna eat off rap like Myer lansky
Wild lyrics, hearing aid
Not lyrical
Feds mad
Never seen this kinda criminal
Look looser wanna help my enemies
But you gayer,, than gorge Michaels
Its getting hot in here
On thermals
Excuse you say we in the jungle
Predator on commando
Ugh on ya new c.d. I lit candles
You like a man with nail Polish and sandals
S.t. Known on the pan handle
Money over bitches
Quid pro qua
In a woman stomach
You a no show
Niggas mad my talent
Outmatching
Where ya clout at
Daps are not happening
You could play facts
With stray cats
Im With rapping
Tracks
& Ginger snaps


(Hook)