B-Ly & WillFake - Chicker [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
(Chicka) B-ly and WillFake (chicka-chicka)
Keep scratchin’ (chicka x10)
Remain rubbin’, everybody can follow us (chicka)
Modern dances (chicka-chicka)
Traditional dances (chicka)
Waddle your body (chicka)
Shake it!

[Verse 1 : WillFake ]
Throw away your laziness
Stop waitin’ for your hit-or-miss
Better belly-dance with me
Wiggle that and starts singin’ like Whitney
Follow the music, but I’m gonna punch ya if ya wee-wee me
(Chicka) Move your trunk, yeah
Prick, don’t let me pull you till you don’t goldbrick
With a set of lifebuoy, let’s swim in that creek
Go fritterin’ the minute like the anthem of fuckin’ Greek
Movin’ quicker than a motorcycle
Eat ‘em fruit but I haven’t heaven fruit and bananas
So let us go psycho (chicka-chicka-chicka)
I’m WillFake, hotter than Eminem or Slim Shady
So let’s waddle your body as smooth as the water wave goes
Crank the volume up, it doesn’t matter if it’s eaten away
I’m still the graymatter and I’ma bet the people to be playin’ the Rock ‘n’ Roll song
And get the dialogue, said, “We will never be comin’ back home ‘fore we sing till in the throat there is a frog, and we’re over to cut the F rug!”

[Hook]

[Verse 2 : B-ly]
Hit the Root Beer in Alfamart
Kick the gas, make a crash in K-Mart
Pay the cash for the bash
Let the bass go
Brandish machete to the cashier
Till he’s dead at the standstill
Baggin’ the small cold steel
Steal Pepsi, stroll with panties and a sleep cap
Pitbullin’ non-stop, I’ve no doggone
Can take me with a grain of salt?
Do salty and I shall pee in my own old Volkswagen
Stop swaggin’ this party
Like a won racer starts waggin’ the alcohol
Fucking one, a-hole
But once in a while, let you go thrifty
No 50-50, now come up, bitch
Sweety! (chicka)
Flip the ace and drop it
So hence that I say
Sit your ass down and party!

[Hook]

[Bridge]
You’d rather shindig in shindig
‘Cause both of us already kill the fatted calf
So let’s take a part, yeah, in party
Movin’ ass in there
Here we go bash, yeah

[Verse 3]

[WillFake]
Slap her ass, let’s be harassin’ in this bash
‘Cause they’re fuckin’ asinine
They’re busy phonin’ bae
But we’re here homophonin’ rhyme
Drop the raisin in cocktail
As toppin’ for that wom-, thingumajig?
Its less A and N

[B-ly]
Let’s count the nose here
Cut out the shenanigans!
Sheer spittle rag, rage came
Handycam’s grasped
You’re handicapped there
How many parties do we have to them parties? (Wooh!)
(Shake a – stick at) fun, excuse a pun?

[WillFake]
Music’s full of sound, you can bound
But don’t let them wounded
Keep dancin’ no matter the wind goes blowin’
Pack this back porch till it ain’t countable
Table ain’t turnin’ but it’s down
Join this, so call your uncle and your aunt too
Your dance ability, yeah, let it be shown
Make this pond another pound
Never sleep as cosmopolitan town
Where police is never found
For the man wear your coat
For woman wear the gown
Wait, don’t say bye ‘cause there is another round
You’re pissed off and now you’re well-known
Go to the church and get dawned

(Chicka-chicka-chicka)
*gunshooting*