Jet 2 - Back It Up [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
First off, let me start off
Looking for a chicky that I can get hard off
Put her in the passenger, riding shotgun
While I'm bussin' like a sawed off
Tell me if I'm wrong y'all
I live in a city where that shit is kind of glamorous
Where niggas break them hearts and tell them bitches they can handle it
And ladies breaking hearts of them niggas slippin' like banana peelings
While I'm overe here thinking I'mma put an end to that
Trying to be a gentleman
But they want a bad boy with a little intellect
Treat her like a gentleman - sometimes
But you gotta know when it's time to beat it up one time
Like an Af-rican drumline
Love is a battlefield, I'll be working her front line
Take a leap of faith, stunt time, mother f- I'm on

[Chorus]
Raise your hands if you heard that sound
If it ain't real, you can turn that down
No b-s ever hurt my style
But it seems that's all a nigga hear now
You can tell her back it up then while I put it down
Tell her back it up then while I put it down
You can tell her back it up then while I put it down
Nigga tell her back it up then while I put it down
Raise your hands if you heard that sound
If it ain't real, you can turn that down
No b-s ever hurt my style
But it seems that's all a nigga hear now
Tell her Imma put it down

[Verse 2]
I-I put it down, mutha fucka
I-I swear if she around, she'll be supper
Got a style that'll form a puddle
I'm profound with a couple hundred pounds
Of the bars that I found in the mud, nigga
I'm trying to be the diamond in the rough
And they just tell me that my time ain't enough
So I'm searching for a different clock
Trying to spit that hard rock wood
Ticked off trying to put that hickory in my tick tock
Nigga I rock with hip-hop, Slipknot
I just be hungry for the beats, where the zip-lock
In the city where they don't pass, get picked off
I'm trying to start my own federation, Rick Rock
Outcast, all the ladies told me kick rocks
'Til I became a big boy, now I pick shots
I was so used to hand-cuffing, yeah wrist locked
Until every single girl I had wrist popped
I got that feeling to do whatever whenever
When they tell me I should just stop
But I never give up on my dreams, neither I think should you
I suggest not- not

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
One time for that star that was born
With the heart made of steel, all metal like Korn
With the pedal to the metal like flooring
Beating up the metal with the pedal like floor kicks
Got a certain style that'll transcend
Or it'll find a way to hang around success like an ornament
Thoughts never dormant, nigga never heard that adjective
Always been active, searching for a keys like a door with it
Sitting with a tangerine thing like an orange and
Heart like juice, every track I'm always pouring it
Nigga, no truce, every beat I go to war with it
I'm a hungry nigga, I just eat, then I eat more of it
I'm still searching for where the truth lies
Feeling like Huey every time I do try
But right now, these ladies is riling me up
And I'm just trying to show 'em all a cool time
I'm in that different mind-state, imaginary place as they imply
With a mixed lady with pretty tight eyes
Looking like they in Rize
Spending however much time it takes
With no breaks for my enterprise
All green lights for my rental ride
My highway's never been so fly
Put the Jets on it

[Chorus](2x)