Смысл текста песни "The Good, the Bad, the Ugly" исполнителя "Game, The"

[Intro:]

Yeah, you can keep askin' them fuckin' questions all fucking day, man!

Told you that, I told you the fuck happened, man,

Told your partner the same thing, man, how long a nga gotta stay here?

[Verse 1:]

There was money on the table with the bricks,

I was in the living room feelin' on this bitch,

Heard my car alarm goin' off on my 6,

So my dogs start barkin' and some ngas hit the fence,

So I take my dick out this bitch mouth and walked to the window,

Pull the blinds down and took one hit of the indo,

You ngas ain't doin' shit, but stealin' my neighbors rims so

Walked back to the couch and told the bitch to bend over,

That's what I'm rollin' with...

Nah, I ain't sayin' shit and I ain't snitchin' on nobody,

Yeah, that's my four-five, but it ain't got no bodies.

And two dead ngas? Them is nobody,

They shoulda torched 'em, then you wouldn't had no bodies,

I mean, look at these pictures, just so sloppy,

Couldn't have been me, I do my shit like John Gotti –

Feed the nga to the sharks after dark,

Man, fuck this shit I thought I told y'all!

[Verse 2:]

There was money on the table by the bricks,

I was at the kitchen table choppin' up some shit

Listenin' to Jeezy and I heard a little bang,

So I turned the radio down and cocked my four-fif'.

Oh shit... Am I hit? Nah, just a hole in my Jordan fitted,

So I turn down all the lights and cock my four-fif',

Seen some ngas jump in they Escalade, and that was it.

How much longer I gotta stay in this mothafucka? Let me get a cigarette,

I don't even smoke but, shit, y'all got a nga stressed!

I gotta stay in this mothafucka 'til I confess?

Shit, y'all bitches better get some rest,

‘Cause it'll be a cold day in Miami

'Fore I snitch on myself or the hood, you understand me?

Yeah, I fuck with the Bulls but I ain't Sammy,

Ngas run around the hood singin', they should get a Grammy,

And you two mothafuckas should get an Oscar

With this good-cop-bad-cop shit, take me to process

‘Cause I don't eat breakfast with no pigs,

I watched First 48 so fuck your 25 years!

No evidence, no bid,

I don't know who split them ngas' wigs.

[Outro:]

Already told y'all, there was money on the table with the bricks,

I was walkin' to the bathroom to take a shit,

Then I heard my dogs barkin', there's some noise by the fence

So I ran to my room and reached for the four-fif',

Then I seen three ngas by my back door,

Looked out the bathroom window and seen two more,

So I reached for my chopper and some clips out the drawer,

Guess I had to welcome ngas to the gun store.