Has-Lo & Castle - D.L.S. [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse:]
Knick knack, paddy whack, all of that junk
Fly like Jordan on jumps on foot
Fourth quarter crunch, ima touch all corners
Hater gon’ moan keep it home on the floor
The money come together like cops an informants
We keep it nice an hidden from d most dat want d bonus
Tossed those ones in the booty bar once
Shorty found out now she handling funds
No fun, put the flame on the bun
Sensee buns on the first tour front
Gold diggin hoe, she saw me on d tour now she want me in d dro
A rapper’s bicycle I’ll do better hitchhiking
She d kind have you in a tak show fight
Praying you d daddy just to get a fast stipend
Fuck around, burn your house down like Left Eye
Hard like a retard tryna spell indictment
Loose screw rappers need tightening
Only feel pressure by the microns
Achieve gravity,a born instant buzzing off every time a 10 drinks
Ya know how it is, tax you deaf ima let them all live
High white kids analyze how to rap
Fathering style but your belly ain't fat
A bees in a trap, put a Ds on the lap
And allow hood rats screaming where the good at
Grab a hoe (whoa!) an even search depend the war at
The deaf and the dumb never understood rap
Heat it up, cold facts
Dress code looking like a nigga saw crack
Fingers on the chain, get your mug po axe like bah!
Another bloody ass act, the honey and jack
You must relax, uno, dos, tres
Locust Frank, dealin with d black man trees
Big lip bass hittin like Liz Stone
Can't spell chromosome without that chrome
Palms ain't ready, been a little heavy but d strong arm steady
Skip these on the feet while I chase that fetty
Its cool, though, resumes good, drips prestige, your mom’s still sweaty
The L!
The I! and the V!
The E!
Live! (what’s that spell?)[x3]
Live! (what’s that spell nigga?!)
You’ve gotta chill out
Shout out[x2]
Shout out to ma mama[x2]
For pushing me through her birth canal
That shit was tight mah!
(Why would you, why would you even say that?)