ImprompTwo - Can I Hit It [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse] (Skegee Slimm):

It was a whole lot of smoke and one little rich nigga
Now, how many bitches wanna get with this nigga?
Rolling swishers, drinking liquor got me feeling myself
I brought a whole O, and I'mma smoke til none's left
I don't need no help--by my got damn self
But, baby girl so fine, I can't help myself
Say she wanna hit the weed to relieve herself
I've got just what you need. Bitch, enjoy yourself
Inhale, exhale. Girl, let's make the smoke dance
Engage in conversations to get you out them pants
Call it smoke and romance. Girl, I'm Mr. Cram the Gram
So high in a trance, she forgot about her man
Ain't nothing going on but some smoking and flirting
Once she got that drink in her, then she started to twerking
Left cheek, right cheek. Man, that booty was working
I got a message for your man. Tell that nigga I'm serving

Hook:
I was rolling one up. And, she was like "Can I hit it?
I just wanna have some fun." Baby girl, I'm with it
You know we Blowing big blunts in the air over here. Blowing, blowing big blunts in the air
Blowing big blunts in the air over here. Blowing, blowing big blunts in the air

[Verse] (Sip Jackson):

Don't you wanna ride with a nigga from the 4
Plus two. Super southern butler, cousin kick a flow one time
Bet I have you wide open
Blunt smoking til you choking on the whoa
Say fasho one time if you down for the trip
Sip down wit the shits, if ya mind is legit
I can feel it, playa pimpin'. Cuz ya physics is amazing
Not to mention I can spit or baby I might take my time
And sing to you if the blunt is potent
Cheetah print, I gotcha thunder rollin'
Geetchie nigga, got her lumber holdin'
The prescription for the serotonin
Game close to frozen on a bitch
Kick shit--Ryu. Lookin for a Chun Li, with her eyes Chun Li off the super strong
Space her out and let my troopers storm
My niggas say to bring ya troop along

[Hook]

[Verse] (Eskimo $hawty):

I was blowing blunts in the club (You know I got it smellin' right)
And, she was like, "Can I hit it?" (You most certainly can!)
I just wanna fuck something up. So, baby is you with it?
You know I got that mellow-yellow onion for ya
I come out the back with something trafficked out of Georgia
Blowing on that cotton candy, higher than a roller coaster
Is you feeling me? We full of that Hennessey
Hit it and had to quit it, and now she claiming conspiracy (Damn!)
Still known as a ice-cold playa patna
I write the prescription for these bitches. Who needs a doctor?
Doctor crack your back for that cataracts
She wait for me to smoke so I can poke. You know I'm up for that
Big blunts pointed in the air
Thot buckets jocking on a real true player
Bitch, get your business. She wanna roll with the pimpin'
Now, big blunts got her limpin'

[Hook]

[Verse] (Cale Charles):

I met her at a party
Hardly devoid of alternate opportunitues
With other women in denim dressed down to a T
Optical venom in Halter tops and jewelry
I'm thinking of snatching up 2 or 3
Latching them onto me, hoping that you happen to see
Matching passions and weed
Smashing, fastly unfastening jeans
Happily passing half of this royal grass to a queen
Imagine. Coy ain't my thing. Masters in cunnulinguistics
Practice whenever she visits. Tell daddy, whose P is it?
I'm curious. For serious
Take a pull of this kush, so we can happy thoughts and fairy dust
Into the stratos. Your apparatus is fabulous, driving me madder than Maddox, or mathematics
In fact I'm an addict, higher than attics for your specific craft of magic
You're the worst if she the baddest. Can I have it? What's happening?

[Hook] x2