Takechancesandlive - Simple [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Ain't no smoking in the studio
TCAL- take chances and live

[Verse 1: tCAL]

I make this shit look hella simple, don't I?
Baddest bitch my preference her color yellow
Sour wrist, I put some sugar on that lemon
Other chick, she reminds me of a clemen-tine
Just to rhyme
Man these hoes you gotta pick 'em
Like the fruit off the tree, you gotta peel 'em
I'm selective when I choose I wanna eat one
Peep this double entendre
Thought told you that I'm golden motherfucka!
Yo I kill the beat that I'm on
I fuck around receive subpoenas or court summons
I see my future
Got the trait like Raven Seymone
I own the game, ya'll some slaves on my plantations
I don't need you motherfuckers
Cause I'm straight hard working
To keep it straight I never lie on any verses
To keep it straight don't care if haters ride in hearses
To keep it straight when I get cake i eat in portions better bet I get three courses
Yo I used to be a flaco, now I eat like I'm that nigga or the honcho
Ready for rain, bet a nigga brought a pancho
She wants some rain, but she talking straight dinero- yo alleviate your clothes ho
If you talking bout my cash flow
My face look twisted think you talking out your ass hole
I came for money, but the fame will get you paid more
You work so hard, but I get what niggas slave for- I deseve like forty acres

[outro]
Dont you ever get it twisted
I run this weed like this was the olympics
I kill these beats no need for paramedics
I don't keep a chick she just give me headaches

Dont you ever get it twisted
I run this weed like this was the olympics
I kill these beats no need for paramedics
I don't keep a chick she just give me headaches