Birdapres - High School Shit [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One: Birdapres]
Me, Jay and Flow went to grad in a cab
Dead broke, but we had what we had
Flow had the Jodeci suit, some of them Smurf
Jay rocked something like Son Of Berserk
I had the green on, lookin' like Pete Nice
No dates, no ladies that we would treat nice
Mr. ?? gave props from my cigar
I walked in the spot like a superstar
You see young Dame wouldn't let them win
If they came to his party he wouldn't let them in
He we went to theirs he'd check their chins
Puke on the rug all wrecked on gin
Young Dame didn't care he was broke
Young Dame didn't laugh at your jokes
Young Dame didn't think you were dope
Young Dame is your only hope
C'mon!

[Verse Two: Birdapres]
The school PA just calls an MC
The doors are locked and the halls are empty
Building stood for more than a century
Windows show signs of forced entry
Much reefer smoked at the bleachers
Under the blind eyes of student teachers
I almost felt invincible there
Till I was called to the office in the principle's chair
Pretend to listen to extended lectures
About my lateness and attendance records
I wasn't one to be talkin' a lot
Or spending my time at the popular lockers
So many knocks the ego withstands
Order rice and sauce for Yito Japan
Old people would call security
The crew would get chased out by mall security

Vic High (c'mon)
Mount D (c'mon)
Oak Bay (c'mon)
Belmont (c'mon)
Park Lands (c'mon)
Claremont (c'mon)
Stelly (c'mon)
Esquimalt (c'mon)
Reynolds (yup)
Andrews
St. Andrews
Spectrum
Glynlyon

[Verse Three: Moka Only]
1991 Moka O had a fade
1992 Moka O rocked braids
Ask Edwin about his homie Cee
And then he introduced me to the one Birdapres
Long Mile livin' soon changed to the mainland
All over the eastside, Phrase is the main man
Jay, Imperial Cee and Dame's his main man
And a bunch of others, all punchin' numbers
All crunching numbers
A whole bunch of summers
Lunch at Demar's house party is the slumbers
I cut hair as Fade Master Mok
And weed pushed most, still his ass was broke
Still that was dope
The formula to beers
And I can't return there and that grinds my gears
Age is the tire that binds my fears
But I think I'm over it and I'm now sober it
Makes me kind of misty when I'm goin' back over it
Have the same circle as back home again
Reconnecting and planning the next moves
In Vancouver otherwise I hang with the best dudes