T.A.S.E. - Stairway To Heaven [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[TASE]

Its 2014
And Ralph is what i'm sporting
Bitch i am my own king
Got all these bitches twerking
Hurting, ima have them squirting
Money talks and mine is flirting

Sitting in my jersey
Got yo bitch eating Hershey's
Kisses
All up on my dick like she my misses
Maybe she can have my baby
But babe im lately
Feeling like i'm Hades

Shoes come from the eighties
Whips come from Mercedes
Benz, gucci on my waist
And on my lens
Dam, Louie game intense
Hit a couple tens
When a nigga feeling tense

In the booth for hours
Feeling like Kenny Powers
Smoking on some sour
High as the UT Tower
Chillen with the president
That's President Bill Powers
Texas now the world is ours

In love with money showers
Drunk for many hours
Rollin
One hit of the blunt
Will have you floating
Dallas we are blasting off
Nigga that's the slogan
Pour me up some more Morgan

I done rode the bike to Mars
With Your girl on the handlebars
Trynna fix the money
Cause it shuffle like a deck of cards
Spitting bars as hot as stars
Niggas be like what you charge?
Not a scar on my car
Wood grain like a dam guitar

Building up my repertoire
Choke slam when I rap so Raw
No more breaking necks, pause
Break they fucking jaws, gosh
Posh, Slam dunk like I'm Josh
Harvard even know I got them bars

But bring it back a little boy
Rhyming since a little boy
In love with my woody toy
Unfolding the Story since Toy Story
Now the boy is off to college
Life is college boy
Shout out to that boy McCoy

Durantula I'm no lil b I'm fan of YA
Sitting in the passenger no Challenger
This driver seat is taken by McConaughey Matthew
Yeah we cruisin with the city in the back view

Stay tuned man, movies coming at you
Achu, now theirs pollen in the breeze hope it catch you
This a murder business but my business is to hatch you
Maybe even hack you
Hack your brain and pap you

Hook you with a back view
Bummies out to stab you
That's why I stay mummy
Rapped up in this shit that's sunny
Make a Bloody Mary scurry
Splash them bitches like I'm curry

Tase a little blurry
But Freddy got that 20/20
But these boys ain't ready
Thoughts like Machiavelli
R.i.p. da Velli, on his stairway to heavy
With that Thug Life on his belly
Hope you made it there already

Real niggas die, Fake niggas multiply