Sonny Stevens - House [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Fuck your time dog
Get the fuck off my property

[Hook]
This that house in the city
This that house on the beach
This that house in a mansion
Man this that love on the street
This that house in Miami
That house in Barbados
This that house in a mansion
Man this the shit that I'm made for

[Verse 1]
I'm smoking islands, and islands without a thought of rehab
My fam be pile'n up drugs with all the time that we have
But you can't blame us its just nature, of growing with such a stranger
To what the fuck they be talking about, Oh God If I had
My fucking time like a pendulum, then I wouldn't be crazy
Now bitch I'm up on late nights, like I was Chelsea lately
But get it right boy, this the type of shit attract police
I'm flowing with my hands and your girl is on her knees
Man, get it, I rap like this shit is for the property
Like they ain't even tryna eat like its broccoli
So I buffet up, getting my fucking weight up
This is my fucking residence, wondering where they from

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I've been away from my neighborhood, for far too long
And all the women that made it good, are far too gone
With no chase of the aftertaste, I'm hitting this bong
And telling stories, bout how this oddest monster spitting begun
My ass was just in apartments, adopted now I'm in burbs
I took some time of the books, but I just keep seeing words
And they keep coming, they keep coming, like a nigga was a perv
And now I spit to get the curves, leave a nigga swerving
I just call my dealer, to hold a nigga down
Working long nights, I don't fuck with nightgowns
Do it for the niggas that I left back in the town
I just do it for mansion that'll hold my mama down

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
City to City they with me cause all the shit that you go through
I put it up on a track, and do the shit that they won't do
Relating to all my go-tos, No you just sit in the cut
Hating shit that I flow to, I fuck this shit in the butt
Then I gotta pull out, with a full out
Fuck y'all, cause I'm good now, with the hood down
Take shots off patron now, when I blow down
This type of shit like a slut, or whatever you call a maniac spitting up
The deepest lyrics, deeper than what your shirt can be tucked
I take it back to the residence motherfuckers were used to
Slum appearance was excellence, and the drug we were new too
Man that's that house in the city, you couldn't witness on Youtube
You couldn't witness the buck shots going off in the view
So (Go!), tell me that a nigga won't bank
When he spitting from that living, running lyrics like a sink
Just to get a little notice from the bitches that don't think
Imma make a fucking a living in a home from outta state

[Hook]