Here's a little ditty by Young Jeezy called "Amazin". Not "Amazing", which is a Kanye West song.
I will try feebly to dissect this song, because I have no idea what he's ********' talkin' bout. I only have that amazin' talent with G'n'R because Ize a lame cracka. I speak their language even if I'm not feelin' what they layin' down, homes. This whitey translation of "Amazin'" is fo mah home slizzice, Kori ********' Speece! Holla!
Yeah
Can you please motha ******** rise
For the national motha ******** trapstar anthem
Let's go
[I'm going to tell you my innermost thoughts, please listen respectfully]
[Chorus:]
Cause b***h I'm amazin
[I have good self esteem- maybe too good, in fact...]
Look what I'm blazin
[I do expensive drugs]
Eyes so low
Yea I look like an asian
[..... no idea.]
Forever Thuggin
Forever Thuggin
[I am trapped in a vicious cycle from which I cannot escape; a cycle of pain and crime which ultimately leaves me unfulfilled.]
Haters run they mouth
[Many people envy me]
They ain't talkin bout nothin
[And why wouldn't they? I'm famous!]
Cause b***h I'm amazin
Look what I'm blazin
Eyes so low
Yea I look like an asian
Forever Thuggin
Forever Thuggin
Haters run they mouth
They ain't talkin bout nothin
Cause b***h I'm amazin
Closed door armor
[I shield myself from the outside world, shut away in my dwelling place; it is my shell and I am a turtle.]
Lookin like it's miller times
[I indulge- even overindulge in drink to escape from my troubled mind, my lost soul]
Sixty Seven diamond chain
[I am beginning to show my age, but do so with dignity- like Elizabeth Taylor...]
Who he think he busta rhymes
[He got quality]
b***h I bust alot of rhymes
[but i got quantity]
Could of done alot of time
[but i never get caught, cuz, b***h, I'm amazin'.]
And I ain't never snorted s**t
[I don't actually do drugs, i just roll like i'm doin' cocaine]
Put it all up on the line
[my reputation is at stake if anyone ever found out i was a poser...]
Got alot up on my mind
Got alot up on my plate
[I'm deeply stressed]
Gotta feed my hood
[there's a lot of black people who depend on me to give them hope]
So I'm up and down the interstate
[so i travel for work]
The streets need a *****
[people need a jesus = jeezy]
So I'm in and out that vocal booth
[i have to be on top of my game to make music]
Hoes love a *****
Cause I'm in and out they yellow coupe
[girls love me cuz I'm fast in the sack. ]
But nuttin but banana split
[i will c** everywhere.]
Say that I'm her favorite
[she may be insincere]
If you can take alot of d**k
[but i gotta get my d**k wet]
I can talk alot of s**t
[so I'll say anything to get your p***y. I'd say s**t like this: ]
Go on baby swag it up
Show them haters who your with
Bring you want that gangsta s**t
Who you niggas ******** with
[yeah- that'll teach 'em]
[Chorus:]
First I sold two mill
Then I sold another one
Told them if you pay for three
That I will front another one
Told them if they give me this
Then I'll record another one
But if you can not give me that
Ain't no sense in callin back
[I play hardball because I have to be rich. If the aren't willing to pay me, they don't get their musical genius!]
******** you think they sell me for
******** you think they find me at
[I am insulted when they offer less than what I deserve!]
Damn right american
I'm gonna need a bigger hat
Close your eyes imagine this
[prepare for my lyrical genius and profound imagery]
Gonna need a bigger safe
I got bills up in that b***h
That b***h stacked up since 98
[I save all my bills in a tidy fashion, and store them in an element-proof safe to ensure they're kept securely. I am an excellent bookkeeper because I do my own taxes.]
Let em talk
Let em hate
Watch them lick the navigate
If you touch em
Wipe em off
Bring a brush
Then take em off
[Let the world say what they will; they don't know me, they don't know what i got! I'll ignore them.]
I can make an avalanche
And I ain't talkin chevy trucks wink
Call me georgia lottery
Cause I'll be talkin mega bucks cool
[Chorus:]
Must of spent ten grand
To make they coupe stand taller
[People prioritize their money poorly....]
First round draft pick
Yea I'm mother ******** balla
[1. baller;
A thug that has "made it" to the big time. Originally refered ball players that made it out of the streets to make millions as a pro ball player, but now is used to describe any thug that is living large.
Pain is a part of the game when you're a baller.]
Just right your number down
Baby girl I might call ya
If she give it to me now
She won't live to see tommarow
And if she playin with it
She won't make it thru the night
[If she has sex with me... my AIDS will kill her with amazin' speed]
Before the song with kanye
I had my money right
Used to call me vice grips
Yea I get my money tight
[Did I mention that I'm frugal?]
Now it's time to re up
Then I make my money white
[I have to be on my game again, so I'll buy some cocaine to get a jump start; either that, or a pay to c**]
You can catch me at my jewel
Yea I like my money bright
[ I buy jewelry]
You can find me at the lot
Yea I like my money fast
Two hundred on the gas
Two hundred on the dash
[ I also buy cars]
Yea I'm spendin all money
Now I'm livin in the past
[ I spend til I'm broke- just like I used to be]
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