Moka Only - Ya Baby, That's The Style [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One: Jeff Spec]
Something to ride to, something to Y2
Y'all nothing like I do
Something like hot food
Who bump what you knock to
Adult contemporary
Content but temporarily spent
I gotta get me a vit
Fuck it, I'll do what the flock do, now let me admit
I ain't above getting lit
Skeptimistic outlooks, it's in this mood I might've fucked your girl
Up the, she stuck around, what you want? Fuck the world
I need some time alone
Those who know me understand I never stay this way
Maybe I'm not having the greatest day
Why my mood should have to take away from you?
Give me solitude
Tomorrow pick up the phone and holler through
That's when everything is breezing, we're type cool
Pour a hot one to success and burn the night fuel
Anytime we roll, recognition to the fully
Break out with your lady, 'bout to it like a bully
Like she asked fo'
Cool, if you don't know front
Handsome with the realness, plans for now is get a stunt
Then I'm quitting
For now I gotta leave you with this
604 etcetera, I think you need not miss

[Hook] {x4}
Yeah baby, that's the style

[Verse Two: Moka Only]
Hello cruel world, what you got for me today?
A bunch of new bills and some drams that walk away
Type of shit that make me wanna stay locked away
Huh, but I'ma hit the record shop today
Just one chop away from the masterpiece beat
Preach none, rock the way that I have to freak beats
Each come like a drastic machine
I'm spastic
I gleam with the magic and it seems like a tragic
Scheme that we ain't the biggest thing since gasoline
Absolutely clean
And still believe in skill yeah that's the routine
Compute me, [?]
A master boutine at Burger King
And if I got one breath left
I'll put it down on a jam with Jeff Spec
That's my gamer
Chamer of Commerce obtainer
It goes for the both of us a whole coast of us
Make the most of what we got and peacock brilliant
Y'all change your tune if we clock billions
Still in it's infancy so expect a slew
It's the Dew like Mountains from the fountain of youth
You can count enough proof we the
We the dial
You wanna stay tuned on, lay back relax awhile
As God flicked the moon on, I make ya crack a smile
Put the C.P. tune on, yeah baby that's the style

[Hook]