Kool A.D. - Wow (Bay Shit) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook x4]
Wow
Bay shit (wow)
Be quiet, grown folks finna say shit

[Verse 1: Trackademicks]
(Trackademicks)
She asked me if I make hits
I replied “Do Elton John hate tits?” (yup)
Don’t deny, I got slap for days, Pound for pound
Put me up against the best and I’ll beat myself down
Eye of the tiger, stripes of a bengal
Don’t matter where you look, I’m covering every single angle
Polyrhythmatic, smashing through traffic
Slapping D-Lo, No Ho with a bad bitch
Avid with reason, [mackish?] with logic
Have her lip-locking like we Trapped In the Closet
They have your body bumping like you trapped in a mosh pit
Then back on the grind time, faster than ostrich
Passion or profit? The answer is obvious
You must have a pair when you’re matching your socks, bitch
Trackademicks slaps knock cats unconscious
These marks can’t see me, they lack the optometrist
I’m a bay boy, playboy
I take toys that make noise and lay voice to brain joy
See, see, see how she smiling?
Got my number, ooh, look, now she dialing
Uh-oh, look how I’m diving in
I’m not a crook, what I took he wasn’t hiding in
Yup, yup, and she was fine with it
I’m talking finer than the shine from off a diamond chip
Yeah

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kool A.D.]
Wow
Bay shit
Kool A.D., grown man finna say shit
Our makeshifts take off like spaceships
Y’all play this straight soft, I’m Lay’s chips
Greasy, too easy
Kool A.D. from the S.F. Breezy
You hate me ‘cause I flex so freely
Fools lately want to test my feelings
Meanwhile I’m trying to test my ceiling
Used to move cess, now I’m stress-free dealing
Laid back, I’m a Beach Boy
I’m a lime to a lemon, you a peach, boy
I’m a Beach Boy, good Vibrations
Good god, goddamn, soul vibrations
Why hate it when you really could be loving it
We holding that heat like the oven mitt
Leave the pussy crooked like the pussy was the government
Beat the pussy up up up like LoveRance
Kool A.D. on some other shit, other other shit
Tell your mom, tell your sister, tell your brother, shit
Just don’t tell your girl, though, she on a brother d-
The brother Vic finna go pub-a-lic, couple pots bubblin’
Yup

[Hook]