Grade Aplus - Slackin' [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Liquor will help with that
(Been done got the women but we broke so where the money?)

[Verse 1: Grade Aplus}
(Balls So Hard) whats 50 Grand to motherfucker like me? Real Doe!
Shit niggas out here will kill for
Type of money if I had I'd still roll
My 99 Buick wit the dents in the front
Dudes get mad as a bitch when U stunt
Bust my ass just to feed my self
So not finna be no bitch nigga lick for the lunch
Gradezilla, stayed illa
Whole globe you won't find a thang trilla
Born broke with no hoes
Hurting and that liquor be the pain killer
Now it got me so numb that I cain't feel it
And the good guy done turned into the straight villain
Making motherfuckers pay for the motherfucking day
That they wrote a nigga off and they ain't feel him
Wasn't trying to hear me but I can't fall off
Meet a nigga shake a nigga hand all soft
Tapes came out, dudes got plugged
Now they wanna suck nuts & my pants all off
Small time now but we get that
Lil money on the side and the respect
And that girl that wouldn't gimme none in school that bitch next
Crazy thing is we ain't did shit yet
We just some broke niggas waiting on some big checks
I mind my own, write my rhymes & songs, get my dick wet
And kick back with this six pack where yo chick at till you get back
Kick back with this six pack where yo chick at till you get back, ughhh!

[Hook: Grade Aplus]

We slackers that's rapping, we'd rather just stay in the house
You sucker is clubbing, I'm fucking yo dame on the couch
You go & you holla at house that you ain't finna get
Lame as bitch, I be kicking it staining yo chick
Slacking slacking slacking I be slacking slacking slacking
I be slacking slacking slacking
(Been done got the women but we broke so where the money?)

[Verse 1: Grade Aplus}
Real life, oh she could tell you what it feel like
Cause if a nigga slipping on his pimping then I'm finna get his chick then
I'mma hit her wit some real pipe, steel type
Real nice kama sutra till it start to shooting
Go to work till it hurt then it squirt
Now I got her having dreams bout a nigga like Martin Luther
Trill niggas catching a buzz thats what it was
Now the #LOD's a doxen deep it happen us
Laughing & stuff now my guys is passing em up
Ain't missed an episode of Frasier but we ratchet as fuck
Word to my nigga Niles
While I spit it out wit a style I was kinda high when I figured out
There was good game in my brain had to get it out
When I spit it out, I'll be dicking down every chick in town
Felt that deep down in my balls
Ever since that one pep rally, where I ain't get no applause
I said fuck em in they jaws, I'll get comfy in my own skin
On ten shots of strong gin, before I stroll in
Heart gone ex chick, snatched that out my chest
So this next chick besta get, her ass up out that dress, yes

{Hook}