TEAMHEADKICK - Gangster [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
In this country, you gotta make the money first
When you get the money, then you get the power
When you get the power, then you get the women
Ay, forget about it
Stop being a prized jewel over there, 'right?
Bake me a calzone
What do you mean, I'm funny, like a clown?
Like I'm what, like I'm here for your entertainment?
Like I amuse you?
What do you mean I'm funny?

[Verse 1]
I'm taking over this town, you better stay in your home
Because I'm dishin' out hits like Al Capone
I'm straight old-school, are you talking to me?
I got a pimp-ass suit and fish boots on my feet
Robbing and dueling and driving and shooting
Dodging bullets with precision on my mission as I'm looting
Stacking up cash in mad amounts
I keep all of my money up in the safehouse
The FBI is always hot on my trail
But I ain't no rat, I ain't going to jail
I'm shooting gangster guns and counting gangster riches
Driving gangster cars and fucking gangster bitches
You'll be sleeping with the fishes when I'm done with you
Sinking down in the deep wearing concrete shoes
So choose your words or you'll be facing the end
Say hello to my little friend

[Hook]
Damn, it feels good to be a gangster, uh-huh
I'm the head of the Mafia
I said, damn, it feels good to be a gangster, uh-huh
I'm the head of the Mafia

[Verse 2]
Well, let me make you an offer you can't refuse
A horse's head in you bed leaving you confused
My tommy gun be blastin', always bringing the pain
I'm straight making it rain, putting bullets in your brain
Wolfing down lasagna and cappucino
Rolling around with De Niro, Pecsi and Pacino
Duct tape on your mouth to keep you from talking
Watch up your ass like I'm Christopher Walken
Sneaking out the dimonds, you just got iced
Sipping a glass of scotch and smoking camel lights
Bustin' caps, dirt naps, my tactics are scary
Donnie Brasco is my consigliere
The police on my back, always chasing me
But I got judges in my pocket like a straight OG
Beating you down like a clown, acting like a bully
Brass knuckles on my fist while I'm eating cannoli

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I'm straight running this town and fucking dropping the beats
I'm the Godfather, that's the word on the streets
You try and take me out with your two-bit thugs
But I be laundering money and selling mad drugs
Italian bling is all around my neck
I'll bash your face with a hammer if you disrespect
I'm rocking a hairy chest and my Goomba tan
Snorting way more coke than Lindsay Lohan
No Federal prison cause I can't be caught
I own everything, I got more power than God
Mi familia, the family calls me the Don
Drinking Vino in the car, getting my swerve on
More street cred than Dr. Dre or 50 Cent
I'm a slumlord, always raising the rent
I got casinos, gun shops, hookers and bars
Smoking Cuban cigars, I'm fucking Charles in Charge
I'm living large, with those Mafia skills
I'm always wiping my ass with hundred dollar bills
I'm a made man, Public Enemy Number One
More notorious than Osama bin Laden

[Hook]

[Outro]
You talking to me, huh?
You talking to me?
Then who the hell else are you talking to?
You talking to me?
Well, I'm the only one here
Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?
Oh yeah? Okay
Forget about it