Tec-9 - Rod Piper (Burn Ya) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Chorus:

If I woulda caught'cha
I woulda brought'cha in the Calliope
And burnt'cha like a bitch, a straight bitch
Now if I woulda caught'cha
I woulda brought'cha in the Calliope
And burnt'cha like a bitch, a straight bitch
Now if I woulda caught'cha
Now nigga don't make me ups the big pistol
Blast my fella with the chucks
Don't make me ups the big pistol
Y'all know, Tec gives a fuck
Don't make me ease up on the scene
It makes ya rowdy like Rod Piper
Ease up on the scene
And makes ya rowdy like Rod Piper
Rod Piper, Rod Piper, Rod Piper
Rod Piper, Rod Piper, Rod Piper
Rod Piper, Rod Piper, Rod Piper

First Verse:

Now some of you niggas didn't think I'd be back, surprise
I'm bigger than a nuclear bomb
More dangerous than Saddam Hussein and they claim to be better
But I bet'cha when I touch the block it's gone turn hot
Into your sucka heart, don't start, I'M READY TO KILL NIGGA
This is judgment day, AND I'M THE ONE YOU GOT'Z TO DEAL WITH NIGGA
And it's on it's on, the playa hatin' done started
Try to leave a nigga for dead, but I served my five
I'm long departed and servin' 'em, so better get serious, I'm eatin' up
Told them lil' ones that don't like cookies that you better go eat 'em up
Get bucked up, get fucked up, we got two sides to this shit
This nigga don't take no shorts at all fool, I'm on the rise with this shit

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Second Verse:

One day I learned that I could rap, even rock and roll, R and B
I learned to play with my voice just like Stevie
And I wonder, if I can bust down through them doors
I bust you in the head with my bass guitar, look here
I fell off, had to do a little bit in the pen
But I'm back again, spinnin' the bin
With the Mac-10 twins
KILLIN' YA UP WITH THE PLAYA HATERS

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Third Verse:

Now can you feel me? This is real G
Eliminated
The problem before the problem got too big for me to handle
ATF heard about the scandal
Somebody told 'em bout the Mausberg with the pistol-grip handle
Retaliate for what they did to my nigga Randall
It's only natural that I leave your ass in front of Rhodes Tavern
Usin' the same pattern
I drive up, and let'cha have it
Banana clips, now there ya have it
Take one of mines, and I'm gonna take one of yours
But ain't no stoppin' to this drama, cuz I'm kickin' in doors
Everybody get on the floor cuz it's a murder don't mistake for a robbery
I came here to kill, fuck the money
One fool thought he was smart, and made a break for the door
I act a donkey with that chopper he ain't runnin' no more
Bullet shells all over the place unidentified bodies
Cuz the chopper took off the face of some nigga who was rowdy, rowdy
Shit done hit the fan, situation is bout it, bout it
Keep my heat, can't let no nigga catch me without it
And I don't doubt it, if they catch yeah they might wet me
But it's plain to see, that y'all can't change me
Cuz I'ma go down bustin' holdin' up three, nigga what?
Niggas, you niggas, you niggas
Some of you niggas, you niggas, you niggas
Rod Piper, Rod Piper, Rod Piper
Rod Piper, Rod Piper, Rod Piper

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