Julian Stephen - Mr. officer [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

Verse I
I just play lotto, get digits from hoes
Mr. Officer who did it, I don't know
I just come to this corner store for bacon egg & cheese
I saw nothing I swear, Ricky did it, my nigga please
Play ignorant when you need to
Hit it raw like seafood
Come in seconds like sequels
Wouldn't pop up if he heard peek-a-boo
Please don't scuff the sneakers dude
Only had these for a week or two
Yeah I blew my check just to get a check
And yeah I'm broke as fuck, another ho to impress
With sticky in my wallet, blicky in my pocket, & hickeys on my neck
Rich folk looking at me in fear
You ever stroll down my block, boy if you think that you scared
I'm just an undergrad student, no bachelors degree
Eying a bad bitch is how I study abroad
I ain't about shit unless it's honeys involved
And I ain't about it unless it's money involved

Chorus
Mr. Officer
Yo these cuffs too tight
Mr. Officer
You better read my rights
Mr. Officer
Yo these cuffs too tight
Nigga, you better read my rights
Mr. Officer!

Verse II
This hat don't make me cool
Bitches curve me like bad grades in elementary school
I'm embarrassed, live at home with both parents
And a terrace, and ju ju's parents got a real good marriage
Nowadays catching hoes like interceptions
& pass em like collections
Tryna tell me lighten up, don't you see my complexion
Fuck it, I'm black anyway
If I could sides, I'd be on black anyway
This lightskin in me probably don't even mean shit
Hairbrush my waves and getting wavy till I be sea sick
That's how a nigga gonna live until he see Jesus
And if you don't believe in God I show you he exist
Cause my daddy paying bills, momma on the phone
Watching Joel Olsteen tryna pay these loans
Can't call her right now Rachael Ray be on
Bet you wanna know what drug that I may be on, Mr. Officer!

[Hook]

It's funny my head against the hood
And if I snitch still my head against the hood
Didn't know that I'm a rapper? better yet a black poet?
Spit heroic, got a shot if I don't make it out then it's hopeless
College Boy, Prince, Judah the Ruler, colder than ya hand in the cooler
Tryna ball just hoop no hula, medulla obla-gotta
Get me out, verses like evangelist
Rap like bandages, like a homeless man I swear I'm ramblin'
Panicking, scared, got a girl in the hood
She crazy baby, talking baby man this world ain't no good
She bad as hell like bebe kids
If I don't get back soon it's gone be ugly like Shenaynay kids
You see this bacon egg & cheese, it's for us to split
Horrible shit, I don't be tricking' like a nautical flip
If you seen her ass you wouldn't wanna be cuffing me
I don't know who you looking for, but it ain't fucking me. Mr. Officer!

[Hook]