Effect & Dang - WHATUPWHATUPWHATUP(?) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Yo, we gon' get right into it this time
Effect, Dang, check this shit out, man
Lemme drop this shit like this here

[Verse 1]
You can make the mistake and think that I play-play
Cry me a river of tears and naysay
From now since the point that I started a "Dre Day"
The Sloe Gin is gone, Tim Curry mayday
Sucker motherfucker, Kardashian fate
Only claim to fame is getting fucked on tape
No bells or whistles, no money or cake
You ain't getting no reality show like Ray J
Come along, sing along with the song, no airplay
Febreeze ya whole flow, it's past the tail date
May it's more trash to play but, you won't listen
A little season and it's really all that it's missing
Your shit's a car wreck yet, the only difference
Don't wanna pull over to stop, look or listen
I'd rather let it die on the side of the curbs
Be your teeth on the concrete, don't say a word
You can try to talk back, all you're proving is that
You must be on a fucking cocktail or crack
Coke dope and heroin, pills pot and smack
To think for a second that you're fucking with that
Cat from Lower Mass with the foot up the ass
Of this fucking embarrassment that you call rap
I've been doing my thing since hip-hop was phat
With a P-H, not a F, in fact...

[Hook]
Effect kill shit, so you may wanna break nice
Stay up past midnight, fucking insane, right?
Always spit 'em out cause they don't even taste right
("Came home late night - whatupwhatupwhatup?")
Other emcees, man they can't even play fight
And me, I rape mics to rap the Rae type
Y'all sitting there all pumping the brake lights
("Came home late night - whatupwhatupwhatup?")

[Verse 2]
You can make the mistake and fake, you're so hard
Like you're the first one to drop the flow bars
Fucking extra, not even a co-star
Swimming in a pool of cement, you'll go far
Turns out all the CD's and the co-stars
Collected over the years at all the shows are
Full of shitty songs, some rappers ain't go far
But you ain't getting away with this shit like Solar
All these hoes are are really rappers that tuck it
Find an A&R race prod and suck it
Get your Rock-It & Sock-It, ghost and truck it
Paradise by the Dashboard Lights and crush it
But no duets, nope! You all suckers
Fucked up a good thing like Godzilla did Rawkus
You ain't a threat, fucker, you a bitch with a budget
Down to your last dime, whine, I fucking love it
The mic, don't touch it, or get blown backstage
I ain't talking head by some ho you met at a rave
To me, this ain't a phase, but it's simple as shit
H-E-Double hockey sticks, burn in it
Beat ya ass across the map, call you Sally and shit
To Cali and shit, pauser like I'm rallying clips
Lock load spit rounds 'til your Denali is flipped
Four bars left, so I'mma grand finale this shit, like this
Yeah! Yeah!. Fucking crazy right?

[Hook]