Young dee - Clique [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Intro) Suicide what kind of talk is that
But I've been talking to God for so long
That I have you look in my life I guess he talking back

(Verse 1)
Yea my name is ace coming to your place if you want beef you can take it to the lake boy im so fly I kill you in the shy so many people come after me because my money just high if your money low you can’t be going to my shows cause that mean you a ho you spend your mothers bread and that’s kinda of scary if you too scared I look at you like im bloody Mary boy my verses sick turn around again and you know I got a lick you can’t be massing with my clique cause I hit them off with money and you know they turned rich we just kicked a nigga out the crew because he was a snitch we couldn’t make money and deal with a snitch east coast music you know what it do when its time to rap I bring the whole crew and hit you with that piece and nigga im neat rapping of the sheet if you got a problem ima send you off to meek (ha ha ha ha) you can't mass with my east clique
[Hook]
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my muthaf*ckin'
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, they want the
(Verse 2)
[Kanye West]
Break records of Louie
Ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all from a home movie
Bow on our arrival the unamerican idols
When niggas did in Paris got em hanging off the Eiffel
Yeah I'm talking business
We talking CIA
I'm talking George Tenet
I seen him the other day
He asked me about my Maybach
Think he had the same
Except mine tinted and his might have been rented
You know white people get money don't spend it
Or maybe they get money, buy a business
I rather buy 80 gold chains and go ig'nant
I know Spike Lee gon kill me but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we living no limits
Them gold master p ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs
Now I'm looking at a crib right next to where TC lives
That's Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
He wasn't really drunk he just had a few brews
Pass the refreshment a cool cool beverage
Everything I do need a news crew present
Steve-O swerve homie, watch out for the waves
I'm way too black to burn from sunrays
So I just meditated the home in Pompay
About how I could build a new Rome in one day
Every time I'm in Vegas they screaming like he's Elvis
But I just wanna design hotels and nail it
Shit is real got me feelin' Isrealian
Like Bar Refaeli Gisele, no thats Brazilian
Went through deep depression when my momma passed
Suicide what kind of talk is that
But I've been talking to God for so long
That I have you look in my life I guess he talking back
F*ckin' with my clique
[Hook]
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my muthaf*ckin'
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, they want the

East coast music entertainment nigga