Wally Left - Mags & Daytons Feat. L.T.Z. [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Wally Left]

I call my brother "G" cuz he got it G.O.O.D
Nah, I got it from TeaZee… that's the OG
Ya gotta learn everything that ya bros don't teach
And the fast learners don't get left on the burner
So we sat on mags like we can't see over the wheel
On the curb the homies would chill
With them new Mikes on the pedal
Pullin' the strings like Gepetto
If you had a shorty on ya handlebars then you was the man
You was a gram if you stirred in her pot
But what i'm saying is:
Life was just them two wheels and getting girls to chill with
Before we all had whips, we looked up to the slab rivers
With their work in the back like cab drivers
But imma get the dough legit
And imma need boat loads of it, have you seen them gas prices?
Have you seen me hit 3mph in their iris?
I ain't ever took an L… I don't even have a license

[Hook: L.T.Z.]

You can rol if you want to
Whether it's the front seat or front of my bike
We can do what you want to
Just show me you're about that life
And the old folks telling us to hold it down
Cuz we playing music they don' know about
But my windows rolled down and my music's up loud
Everytime we roll out they telling us to *hold it down*

[Verse 2: L.T.Z.]

Orange bike. Gold Ds. Black grips
They like orange with black woods a better fit
Now, TeaZee known for having fresh kicks
Now, son, you ain't never had a fresh whip
Now I know that you want to be on some fresh shit
But to appease you need some better steeze
This air condition sure she don't never leave
And she always call dibs on front seat
She don't ever put me on front street
And she love all the songs to these beats
So if life got funny and baby girl need some money that's exactly what I front me
But my windows rolled down and my music up loud
But you knew about that, what's new about that?
See it's North Side baby and the crew about that
And she want big meat like the food at outback

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wally Left]

I seen him on the ave pushing slabs like Kain when Kain was a pusher
His ex dame was a looker
But she couldn't keep the frame in the lane when she had the wheel
For real? He put her out. No children, cuz was pulling out
It's been a minute since her bubble touched the cushion
On occasion break the stash box he stuffed the good in
Open and puff the kush in
Whip dodger blue with the spokes on it
Pokin like a World Series trophy
Dropped a couple 0s on it use to touch a couple bases
See a couple faces, and dabble where them dames is
Them champ rings got his knuckles looking brass
Got a grasp on the wood grain giving it contrast yo the Earth is mines
Go for gold like Gabby, get that the dough
Don't take the hoes personal, ask Gatsby
Keep em clutch like pistols but they pack a punch that must stand coming from Sally
Can't get me got from the backseat