Homeboy Sandman - Personal Ad [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1:]
I see her face everywhere I go
On the street and even at the picture show
Have you seen her?
Have you seen her?
Ladies get your fact straight, tryna get backstage
Better get your back straight
Tryna get your rent paid, better get your rent saved
Don’t be tryna kick game, how you bend down for a blown up, I’m a grown up
Already tryna go down, you just showed up
Slow down, baby hold up
I know this might seem odd, opposites commonly attract
But my erection, is an exception, so if you too easy I won’t get hard
That’s word and I swear to God
Attention every chick dat gotta fix dat bod
The pocket’s just minus to keep da big fat wod

[Chorus:]
Sandman seeking woman
Damn leave room
He’s d maxi most, she’s d masterpiece
Sandman seeking woman
Damn leave room
He’s d maxi most, she’s d masterpiece

[Verse 2:]
This is ma personal ad
Opinions sewn together close an personal badge
Ultimately the type that me an her can make terms
Hit me via satellite so we can make plans
I don’t give a mothafucka if you experienced
That isn’t my concern I can teach you like I learn
Even if you got a wig, or got a weave or got a perm
Probably won’t make it to the church but hun you can still take a turn
I’m not d cat just tryna make it work
I’m comfy in ma zone, an ain’t workin on a song that wants a birth
We can open up another condom if I come first
Any time or any type of problem we can converse
I keep an eye out at ma concerts
Think I might start holding tryouts at ma concerts
Come buy an we can split d bonus at d concerts

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Ladies let’s be honest
Homeboy Sand is like a bronze Adonis
If you ain’t bout notes, self fulfilled harmonic
Let me pretend I’m your orthodontist
At times I talk dirty at times I bone in silence
I’ll be up nights writin poems in solace
We don’t need no tars or electronics
We don’t need no drinks, gins or tonics
We all have all sorts an sorts of options
From d kamasutra neva got tricks
You know I’m playin God with
Step into ma hospital, do some heart shit
No gossip, no grass hips
God exists (what?)

[Chorus]