The Pro Letarians - The Stars [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Jupiter Jim]

She said she read the stars
She doesn’t like my odds
Guess we’ll see how I play my cards…
I said “what’s your religion?”
She said she practice Christian
Wasn’t too good at it…

Probably cause of hood habits

You’re lying to yourself if I ain’t killing this
Middle finger to the moron who ain’t feeling this
Murder
I should get sentencing for these sentences
Recognize my agenda is getting green photosynthesis
They playing games from the beginning, Sega Genesis
They so sensitive, try some love and tenderness…
I say eff them in the AM or the PM
All my jeans is European
They ain’t in the league that we in
That’s why

[Hook: Jupiter Jim]
Your girlfriend blowing up my cellphone ( I got it)
All the OGs, I’ma keep it real for them (I’m bout it)
T-t-they ain’t got nothing round here for them ( I doubt it)
Hardheaded kids, I’ma make it clear for them (Yeah)
They talking about me (huh?)
They blogging about me (yeah)
They talking about me (huh)
They blogging about me
You haters need to chill…
Whaddown Joe?
What’s popping shorty?

[Verse 2: Jupiter Jim]
They taught us how to treat these girls
They taught us how to wear our clothes
So how we end up where we are?
I guess the world will never know
My pants sagging
My soul’s tatted
Keep a new girl
That’s an old habbit
I know it’s been a while since you got the whole package
How I describe these dudes?
So average
And I’m big chief of my circles
I’m Stefan and y’all Urkles
All my hits bang like Kirko
I want on stage, no first row
I want sharks all in my back yard
Royces in my front yard
All eyes on me now
I got no choice but to stunt hard
I’m so far above so far
All my stuff sound like Mozart
Act like this don’t go hard
These niggas always post hard
I’m Jupiter the Conqueror
Come see me in concert
They just give them to me, I don’t ever ask for numbers
That’s why

[Hook: Jupiter Jim]
Your girlfriend blowing up my cellphone ( I got it)
All the OGs, I’ma keep it real for them (I’m bout it)
T-t-they ain’t got nothing round here for them ( I doubt it)
Hardheaded kids, I’ma make it clear for them (Yeah)
They talking about me (huh?)
They blogging about me (yeah)
They talking about me (huh)
They blogging about me
You haters need to chill…
Whaddown Joe?
What’s popping shorty?