Kontraversee - 3-Peat [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Yes sir
I won’t stop this, even if they stop this
I’m rolling, Chevy Tahoe
And I’m loving it, no McDonalds
But you can have it your way, all night tho
I’m feeling like a Maestro, with a big toe
I will go crazy on this album like I’m in a psycho house
Running round through the beats, like a mouse in yo' house
What, what, like a mouse in yo' house
I’m clean not dirty, like a mouse in yo' house
It’s Tha Kontra III bitch, on top like a blouse
Oops I mean, like a mouth
Gifted, call me Santa Klaus
Oops I’m out, I’m back in
Two more minutes til the end
Kontra F., I be swimming. So the F stands for fin, yes
Through the sun levels, hotter than Red Devil
On yo' Cheetos, or burritos, or the bathroom toilet-els
You’re just a Reggie guy, I’m a lot like Cheryl
Don’t you ever laugh at this, but I am scared of pic-a-nics
Smell me like turds, see my faults
If you thought that was nasty, pop my acne
Two more inches left to build my sandcastle
Ride my tricycle through rush hour traffic
Bounce like a basketball it’s oh so tragic
Abracadabra, I got em, grocery bag-uh
Said that this is it, but I’m no Michael Jackson
I just tell them beat it like my name is Michael Jackson
Hee hee, (sha-mone) hee hee
(Sha-mone) hee hee, it’s Kontraversee
Andy Richter, crazy just like Conan’s hair
So many words that can rhyme with hair
No money baby, my wallet is air
See through your eyes, but don’t cry a tear
And why you ask, why? Kontra can handle his
I got my minivan sitting on wooden wheels, yeah
When I was 14, I was that age for bout 400 days
And sure enough, I changed my age in bout 400 days
When I was 14, I was that age for bout 400 days
And sure enough, I changed exactly like I said
I told my girl, when she cook, she cook that chicken good
Cause if another girl could, she would cook it good
No sitting at the table less you 'bouta eat some food
And I get down to it like I’m lacking food
Yeah, can’t see me like Stuart Scott
I ain’t mean to say Stuart Scott
But when SportsCenter on, pass the baton
And don’t dare call me, just take that phone and
Text me! You text me!
You text me! Cause I be...TC
Kontra...versee. K-3
Homie that’s me. That’s me
I’m me. I’m me
Trick or treat, smell my feet
I’m back! 3 Peat, K-3