Zin-Zeta - Lookin' Out the Balcony [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]

Lookin' out the balcony, all I see is targets
I could pop a nigga in Albany... all the way from here
Supposedly, shorty's doubtin' me, like I ain't the hardest
But, he knows what I'm about and he's not trying to get smeared
All across his kitchen counter while he's rounding up a meal
For his dandy f*cking family. Make their candy-asses peel
2 niñas holding ninas. Mandy's ass is real
But I'll toss the gun to her prima and let Sandy blast the steel
Cause she's never been arrested - no criminal record
I'll have shorty out by breakfast, bless her with a diamond necklace
That's just for keeping her flappers closed. That's my dapper ho
I'm her dapper don, and we're gon' clap you, bro
That's calicoes all up in your cabbage, bro
And I'll think nothing of it after a plate of platanos
She knows, eventually, we'll live large, down south
With brown stones on her finger the price of a town-house
What up?
My gangsta broad is harder than you wankstas are
She'll shank your heart, all for just a "Thank you, ma'."
And she can throw them hands...
... but she's a serial killer, known to rob kicks, lucky charms and golden grams
But, that's all in the past
Now, she'll get all in that ass
Due to no reason more than just for a laugh
I see you're still sleeping on her... Snorlax
'Til she's pistol-whipping your momma for more racks
So, don't make my chick, Rosa slash your sofa
For them grams of coca. Pass'em over, Casanova
You're either going to cooperate, or get shot today
And don't try to reason with her; she won't have a lot to say
That's my half-breed Brazilian sponsor
Other half: Sicilian mobster
And she will kill for this "Domini-Colombian"
So, trust me when I say we're in the building
Now, buzz me in