Jon De Pledge - No Sense [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Jon De Pledge]
Um, don’t believe in freedom cause we’re young
But only cause we wanna have fun
Go and get dumb, every time you hear a good drum
We’re different but we wanna have fun
Um, don’t believe in freedom cause we’re young
But only cause we wanna have fun
Don’t be a nun, you can use the talent in your tongue
Now check me out, check me out, yo

[Verse 1: Jon De Pledge]
First thing’s first, you be jammin’ out to Jon De Pledge
Chi city, you can find me, west
Oh my God, Oh my God, shorty I’m lookin’ for work
Give a rapper blow job
No matter if you twerk if you ain’t new
Hey homie hatin’ like a her, you a gay dude
The same niggas talk shit, bust clips, don’t snitch
Same niggas that be walkin’ around with a pierced lip
It makes no sense

[Bridge: Jon De Pledge]
It don’t make no sense
It don’t make no sense
Is it me? Or do I make no sense

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Jon De Pledge]
One of my fans said she wanted somethin’ real
Told her turn around, touch the ground, tell me how that feel
Like you tryna get a deal? Naw, I’m tryna get a meal
Couple steaks on the plate, side of hundred dolla bills
Trendsetters are cool but followers are lame
Better buy you a drill and just create a lane
Me on the other hand I’m hot, sippin’ on a mai tai
And more superfly than a pimp on a plane
But that don’t make no sense

[Bridge]

[Verse 3: Add-2]
Eh yo Jon, gimme the beat and we playin’ follow the leader
Or playin’ follow the leader like Rakim rockin’ Adidas
I kill shit, put it in a box like a sneaker
I don’t need a pair my balls weigh as heavy as Aretha
This a cult jam, we ain’t talkin’ Lisa Lisa
Put ya hands up like you tryna tell the teacher
Ooh, I’m tellin’, I’m a lethal weapon
Like 3 .45’s shootin’ 6 at your 7
But you a conscious rapper, why you talkin’ bout violence?
I guess you didn’t listen, tryna tell you how my mind is
Take a hike like you yellin’ “hut!”
I want my pockets so green I could make a putt
Sayin’ you support the real hip hop
Til all that keepin’ real shit stops
That sound unemployed boy, that don’t make no sense
Cause you ain’t bought shit since ’96 – ain’t that a bitch