Cool Mode - How Your Feel [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Lift off
Cool Mode!
Yo danimal, how you feel?
HEY MAN!

[Hook: Danimals]
Cause I feel so Johnsoned!
How you feel? Johnsoned! Its so constant
Calvin you high, and you trying to Johnson!
Wanna roll? awesome
Well Lets go Johnson
Put your blunts in the sky!

[Verse 1: Danimals]
Hey its Danimal, the number one chief rocker
Bitches say my sweaty balls taste like peach cobbler
Not afraid to eat some ass if its looking tasty
On the weekend I stay bagging hoes and punting lots of babies
Danimal the name, feel free to wear it out
Her coochie started dangling, I had to tear it out
The beats, I tear them up
Your girls hairy as fuck
Hit my cell if your trying to johnson it up!
Ask me how I feel, bitch I'm johnsoned as fuck
You know that I be getting trippy when you see the double cup
Yeah my raps are awesome, shout out to XV
Too much work, can't jerk it till next week
That homeless girl is sexy
I fucked her into next week
Then punched her in the mouth
And stole her only Nestle
Plus
I don't even like chocolate
If I was an airplane, shed be sucking on my cockpit

[Verse 2: J-Banana]
Fucking all these hoes, cause I just made a milly
Fucking all these hoes and their dads want to kill me
My flow is so cold that its getting kind of chilly
Getting kind of bored so I'm playing with my willy
No I'm not high, I have pink eye!
When I get blazed though, I have chink eyes
Sorry for the racial slur
She told me that she loved me
I told her she could suck me
I got irish in me so I'm getting lucky

[Verse 3: B.I.G Koala]
B.I.G Koala Bitch, Yeah thats me
Fucking all these hoes while I'm blowing on this tree
Don't talk to women unless their chilling on their knees
I make your bitch so wet that it looked like she peed
Cool Mode Kids, Yeah we rap
So many bitches, all on our sacks
Boolay Foolay, we lay hot tracks
And on this track, I run lots of laps
And after the laps, ill take a long nap
I feel so Johnsoned, chilling in a tree
Eucalyptus leaves, are my favorite thing
BKB is a rapping fiend
One second left and were in the lead!

[Hook]

[Verse 4: The Dentist]
No idea where my phone is, so I got missed calls
Dropping tracks like Niagara Falls
I be hanging out in the streets by the wall
99% of girls occupying my balls
She dropped it low like my credit score
Spent all my dough on coke and whores
3 girls and me, only fuck in fours
You fist pumped to my music, Jersey Shore
Im tea bagging hoes while you sleep and snore
Im a rapping genius, on rap genius
Ladies want to rub my penis
Cool Mode founder and CEO
Im president like Obama... ho

[Verse 5: Young 20 Piece McNugget]
How you feel? Gucci
Smoking on a tunchi
Your girl fucks me good like she wants to recruit me
Got her really high, then I bring her down
White shit on her face got her looking like a clown
Then I recover and tell her that I'm ready now
She's so sore that she fucking hates me
But I still make the bed, rock like its Haiti
Heart racing like a heart attack
If I could arrest, my swag could be a cardiac
Just like this track
Bitch with them racks
? Black
Jets always pack
Snap always black
Piff on the blast
Always on the wildest
Always acting childish
Fucked like I'm ?
Always on a new ho
Kill a new beat
Make a new ringtone

Im not a rapper, im a poet

COOL MODE YUHHHH