Skateboard B - Boom Bap Over Trap [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Intro

Damn son....

I got up mad late

Oh Yo My phones getting blowin up like crazy

Oh they trying to skate, I forgot

Yo son, I'll be there in like 15mins

Word....

Oh wait, Ayo ma  where my shoes at man!?

Word, word, word, these birds be chirping like boost, Where you at?!

I'm up the block fat cat

Trying to catch the B103, go to Flatbush cop me some golden crust patties

Gots to get me spicy beef with the kola champagne

Tell'em SB got the munichies

"Oh you copped that Sour d?"

Nah b, I'm just hungry

These streets gotta nigga feelin weak, dried clean, but it ain't nothing I can't over see you feel me?

Everydays a battle

No Middle East but outchea it gets gully, so I put the chill jams out to keep the peace

You cocky niggas be lookin funny, acting flossly, getting bossy, swear he trumping out in Cali

Fuck'em though he's a chump with no bucks

He got a trashy ho to suck his dick for 50 bucks

Bitch nigga you stuck. 

Stop bull shitting before you get snuffed!

Can't you tell by the flow I've already left you in the dust? 

So whaddup?!

Oh nothing son, I was just testing you to see if you got the guts to spit real stuff. 

So I keep the board under my feet just my luck to catch the bus before it leaves

Didn't wanna wait for the B6 nigga please

I already told the homies I'll be the shortly "no hurry", but in my message I said "I'll be there in 15"; and damn it's already been 13

They are gonna crack on me cause I'm late when it comes to anything

Well maybe it's the Jamaican in me?

But see now, I'm just looking for something to take the blame off me, and put it on something that can get me out of a jiffy

But finally I meet up with the homies

Cop my patties, and we dipping out to the city

And yea son we mobbin deep!

So I skate till my legs fall from under me

That's just the lifestyle I'm living babe

Skating till there's nothing left in me thats greatest feeling of success when your skating dunny

Word is Bond B!!

This that boom bap rap

Ya'll kats be spittin trash

Son this that real rap

Fuck where you trappin at.(4x)

Word! 
Yo shoutout to all the homies out there!

My brother Chris

My brother Sid

My nigga Scotto, Tokes

Chief SO, SOmong what's poppin?!

All my homies at boynton skate park

All my homies back in Brooklyn

Ya'll know what's good!

It's SB son! 

I got that wave going! HA! 

You already know what's good

Fuck them fuck boys who ain't fuckin with my shit on some real shit

I said fuck three times, that's OD but it is what it is

Hahahaha word!

What's poppin with everyone who's been messin with my music man?!

That means a lot, because of you guys that's the reason why I'm spittin 

You know what I mean?

That's some real shit

Good looks!

Keep it gully.