B.Reith - Go On [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: B.Reith and Security Guard]
> Hey, what's up. I'm B.Reith. I'm here to perform
> B who?
> B.Reith
> B...No. You're not on the roster
> W-whatchu mean I'm not on the roster? Y'all called me to do a show here, man. Whatchu...
> Exactly what-- you're not on the roster!
> Well look a little closer I must be...
> I'm looking. You're not on the roster. Now get outta line
> Hey, what's that over there?
> Where? Huh? Security!

[Verse 1]
Here we go
Yup yup, I know
You ain't never seen it done like this before
Long hair, blue eyes
Yes yes, I flow
Yes, I sing
Plus I bring the ill beats that be
Sizzlin' man like bacon grease
Back when I had short hair they called me Jason Priestley
But time passed, I had to mature
See I'm tryna be the next Ashton Kutcher
Mock my style, I dare get ya, yo
Watch me pop one outta ya stereo
I spit more rounds then a merry go
I flip more sounds then a karaoke machine
B-Team, this has been my dream
Since back when Al Green was lean
My scheme, my plot
Rise the top as one of the best
I'm tryin' to be the white Kanye West, ya heard me?
That was a joke in case you didn't get it
I'm one in a million--custom-fitted
If you ain't with it, then hit the exit
Don't disrespect this
I'll leave you breathless

[Hook]
Go on
Hey DJ play that funky song that I like but
I can't recall the name
I think it goes like la-da-da
La-da-da-da-da-da
By some guy named B. Reith, yeah
I think that was his name
Play that funky song

[Verse 2]
It's messed when they can't say your name right
B. Reeth, B. Right
Nah, I'm B. Reithh!
Hear the -th at the end like
Thank you for saying it wrong again
What do I gotta do to get some respect 'round here?
Start frontin' like I'm crazy and throwin' round chairs?
Would you quit tellin' people that I'm from Brown Deer?
Really man, what you tryna do, kill my career?
It's bad enough they didn't put my name on the roster
Now they tryna claim that I'm a J.C. Chavez impostor
What? Where's my manager?
Wait that's me
At times like these I wish I had a fake ID
So I tell the bouncer, "Hey, where's the bathroom?
It's an emergency, dude, I'll be back soon"
Sneak to the stage, hand my CD to the DJ
Tell him, "When I cue him, hit play"
Ready?

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Hey DJ, please won't you
Give me a chance so I
Can drop this beat and make
These people dance now um
One thing is clear they goin' like what they hear
So um, lend me your ear and just watch me get my groove on

[Verse 3]
You know you're broke when you sing for free
Thinkin' that you'll make some money if you bring CDs
Show up, the sound system is soundin' like garbage
My man where you buy this microphone from? Target?
It's funny how the same people that mean-mug you
Will come up to you after the show and try to hug you
No matter how tight you are on the mic
There's always one hater that's like
"He's alright (I'm better though)"
It's sort of sad but I had to laugh
I thought this girl wanted my autograph
I said, "Hey how you doin'? What's your name?"
"It's Margie! Sorry to bother you, but can I borrow that Sharpie?"
"What? Don't you know who I am, girl?"
"No, wait, are you that dude from 'That 70's Show?'"
Shoot, I played it off said, "Yup that's me"
"Oh my gosh, here, sign this B.Reeth CD"
"You're kidding me."

[Hook x2]

[Outro]
Play that, play
Play that funky song
Song