Willie Dynamite - All We Need [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Clex]
Pussy and some weed
Swisher for that green
Got my team all and we good
The fuck else we need
Pussy and some weed
Swisher for that green
Got my team all and we good
The fuck else we need

[Verse 1: Willie Dynamite]
Pussy and some weed
That's all this nigga need to get this cheese
And then proceed to take care of my family
I had dreams of buying whips; tossing mom and pop them keys
And buying houses overseas
And cutting models on low key
That's just me, W-I-double L-I-E
The fuck you mean
I be that MVP of the VIP and ball all over your dreams
One day Imma drive off in a Hyundai
One day with a white bitch with a booty
Okay with a plaque that say my name
OJ get a cam when I'm in this thang
See, all my niggas be so ordain
Can I contain?
I fucked your brain
Now get out of my lane
I'm on a mission to get tip
Fuck your ambition
It's tempting to just stay on my ground and do what I got to
And never let a hater come between my team
Never let a hater come between my team
I recite these words while I play pussy weed

[Hook: Clex]
Pussy and some weed
Swisher for that green
Got my team all and we good
The fuck else do we need
Pussy and some weed
Swisher for that green
Got my team all and we good
The fuck else do we need
Fuck else do we need
The fuck else do we need
Got my team all and we good
The fuck else do we need
Fuck else do we need
The fuck else do we need
Got my team all and we good
The fuck else we need

[Verse 2: DirtBag]
Picture me with you, we chillin'
Sipping on Ciroc for Christmas
All my kids ripping they wrappers everything on they wishlist
All because I’m a rapper
Trying to ball out like the Packers
Cause someday Sunday might be a fun day instead of going back to school on a Monday
Man on a mission rooting for the fame trying to run this game like Fun Run
Ambition in my soul like the food y’all be eatin'
After y’all done chiefin', you turn my song on
Feeling the stress it got you feeling like infinity and beyond
Puto, dark hole up in this bitch I be killing time, who knows
Somebody iller illustrating these verses y’all versus me
Y’all mother fuckers can’t stop this
My rhymes doper than the trunk of drug traffickers
Ya can’t cop this
The intermission, my competition, my vision looking like Ray Ban
Backs to back poppin'
I’m back up in this rap shit
Wileon feeling higher than the time that fly by
Shooting for the fame in this fucking drive by mother fucka'