Woop - Woke Up Broke [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Woop]
Fuck y'all broke ass niggas, y'all ain't getting no money
Fuck y'all basic ass bitches, y'all ain't got nothing fa' me
[?] Nigga, we be hustlin'
I be turning nothin' into somethin'
Woke up broke now a nigga real straight (4x)
I remember daddy turning nothin' into somethin' (4x)
Woke up broke now a nigga real straight (4x)
I remember daddy turning nothin' into somethin' (4x)

[Verse 1: PI Bang]
Always been a real nigga from start to finish
The foreign whip sounding like it got a monster in it
Hit the club and we balling like cancer
Pistols get to poppin' at these pussies like dancers
Nigga, who the boss? Like my name Tony Danza
Talking monkey shit well we hit 'em with bananas
Lay your ass flat like a motherfucking plasma
Bullets hit your chest have you breathing like asthma
All I talk is money, man these niggas talkin' reckless
What you paid for your car, I went and spent it on a necklace
Diamonds dancing in my chain, man you might as well tip 'em
I body these niggas, man you might as well zip 'em
If you going against me, boy you better come with it
You playing with your life, I'm playing with 6 digits
I tell them spray and them niggas gon' spray
I woke up broke now a nigga real straight (Wassup?)

[Hook: Woop]

[Verse 2: Woop]
They wooping, they groovy, they luggage is Louis
That Tec got to cool and we call it Ted Nugent
We roll like a Dooly and shoot like a movie
I paint that bitch face and I pass her like Coolie
I'm truly in True-y, my diamonds are ruby
You dead by the sewer, left fresh out the [?]
I die 'bout that mooly, you cry 'bout that booty
I jump out the bushes and up on them pussies!
My diamonds are red and my [?] are black
Blocks out the box for that team
Sippin', trippin', dippin', lollipops and my lean
Rocker broad day, Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
Iron hard car with them bricks in the fender
Cooking in the kitchen, wrist spinnin' like a blender
Getaway driver drive like he got wings
Hit a dirty face, pump my gas with a ski
Run it if there's beef and I'ma keep it in the streets
Body, body niggas, rock and roll with Master P
Shout out to my shooters, leave 'em stankin' like a yeast
Selling swag bags, holy moly, good keef
Make another dollar every time a nigga blink
Wash the hands with him, evidence was in the sink
Born in the streets but my mind timed for hustlin'
But I'm just staying like a nigga named Justin (Aye, Justin!)

[Hook: Woop]

[Verse 3: Dee Boi]
I woke every morning to the sound of the fork hitting the bowl
Junkies at the door, I'm looking for the Corn Flakes
Daddy yelling "Young nigga, stay yo' ass from the stove!" (Stay yo' ass from the stove)
Thinking back then, I was 7 years old (Nigga)
Fast-forward right now, "Young nigga, get yo' ass mixing for a bank roll" (Blllll!)
Cause I don't play with these niggas
And really, I don't got shit to say to these niggas
Tote a K for these niggas
Can't wait for these pussy niggas try me
Have your ass hooked up to the I.V
And I don't fuck with nann nigga who don't fuck with me
I'm getting money, baby I don't wanna fuck for free
That other nigga old news, history
And ain't nann nigga did shit to me!
Me and Woop been rollin' 'round with them uzi's
Eating molly by the teaspoon
Pouring up, mud, lean and soup
They say I'm out my mind, my brain, aw, man, I done lost my cool
I seen the fuck nigga on the corner with it on him, still ain't gon' shoot it

[Hook: Woop]