The Pack - Sendin Shots [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Lil B]
(Who's this?)
It's Beezy B, we eating (Oh no, it's Beezy B)
Holla at Young L man, I see you (Young L, put that shit, son)
We eating, B (Yes we are, nigga)

[Hook: Lil B]
Sending shots
To your head
All day
It's The Pack
I don't care
If you're dead
Sending shots
To your face

[Verse 1: Lil B]
It's that young new cold spitter
I got hot now I spit lava
You niggas need to get live-er
You J Cat ass niggas pussy like vagina
And still cause problems, you need to stop rhyming
Coming on my turf thinking that you're Ali
Twelve o'clock hit you, you're sleeping with an I.V
I'm B, poison like ivy, rhyme three
Spit six niggas, think The Pack sick? Try me
I got patches and I ain't stop smoking
I stop smoking sipping on sizzurp and I'm focused
You need bifocals to see my vocals
I'm like bi-coastal or maybe tri-coastal
Biracial, hope white like kosher
Seem like food and I'm hungry like a vulture
Now I'm rap star people steady coming closer
But the Glock into your head stuck to walls like a poster

[Hook: Lil B x2]
Sending shots
To your head
All day
It's The Pack
I don't care
If you're dead
Sending shots
To your face

[Verse 2: Lil B]
It's the drummer boy without the bass, without the snare
Give me stairs and I might just touch your face
You act hard but you really just flaccid
I use cuss words, call you ass and a bastard
You rappers need work, well start bagging plasters
Cause when you on the block you get watched like dancers
Bullets spread over your body fast like cancer
Now you in the sky like Pisces and Cancer
Now I got hate mail no need to answer
Cause when you write back you put it up for a ransom
I know you think of me, but he pretty handsome
I've been crossed over I'm the answer, you get me
I need a couple minds in your whole life theory
How yours is just wack and your man's just boring
Deep in my eyes you can see beyond glory
You see my mother The Pack and rap is my loyalty, nigga

[Hook: Lil B x2]
To your head
All day
It's The Pack
I don't care
If you're dead
Sending shots
To your face
Sending shots

[Verse 3: Lil B]
Freeze the beat man, check me out
I'm speaking heat man, niggas gotta get me out
Up out the oven in the zone where the speakers mount
The mic above me, the mics are lovely
Sometimes I want to eat it out
Like Ying Yang, skeet skeet all on the beat
Your girl a freak that's why she want to dig me out
But fuck a freak, I'm steady with my ashes
Fuck the paper up, plus it's good on the ad libs
It's front boy going down, who is that kid (What? Who is he?)
Wolfpack bust boy, he spit mad kid
Gotta thank my nigga L for affirmative action
Cause you know I'm there too and there's no need for asking
Mix my purp, pass time, blowing on my stashes
Got new swishers, apple right under the mattress
Lost no matches, fight like I'm Cassid
Killing off the beats, that's why I order caskets, nigga

[Hook: Lil B x2]
All day
It's The Pack
I don't care
If you're dead
Sending shots
To your face
Sending shots
To your head

[Outro: Lil B]
That's a no-no, nigga (It's a no-no, nigga)
Fucking with me that's a no-no, nigga (It's a no-no, nigga)
Fuck with L that's a no-no, nigga (Sending shots, to your face)
Uno, Stunna, I see you niggas it's the best of B baby (It's the pack, nigga)
And I'm loving it (It's the pack, nigga)
Welcome to the front nigga
B-town's greatest signing off man, I gotta sing with you on the mic, you feel me?