Phone-EG - I Rate It [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Phone-EG]
Yo, yo, you already dun know what it is
Bucket hat on ‘cause I’m a real-ass nigga
And being a real-ass nigga you admit to shit
Nah mean? I’m honest
And there’s a lot of shit I rate out here in the Dot
So I’m bout to tell you a couple things I rate, nah mean?
So I hope you like it, seen
It's Phone-E

[Hook: Phone-EG]
Bucket hats, I rate it
Bad bitches, I rate it
Bussin’ caps, I rate it
Stackin’ riches, I rate it
I rate it [x6]
True Religions, I rate it
Gettin’ dome, I rate it
Runnin’ missions, I rate it
Google Chrome, I rate it
I rate it [x6]

[Verse 1: Phone-EG]
Fuck a man’s dukes, you know I rate that dawg
Thief a man’s shoes, you know I rate that dawg
I take Henny to the face, I don’t chase that dawg
I see you watering it down, I don’t rate that dawg
Man, what’s wrong with them?
If you’re coming to the party, bring all your friends
Because Phone E’s trynna fuck like right now
See your mans over there, tell him pipe down
‘Cause Phone E’s not trynna knock his lights out
One punch’ll have him sleeping in a nightgown
I know you like my Dockers
Let me take you upstairs and put you in backas
If my dick starts to burn like that spicy Sriracha
You can run, you can dip, but my bullets mo' faster
Leave you and your man flat like linguini pasta
(Ahlie cause linguini pasta's flat, eh?)
Truss me! Even the bwoydem will have to rate that, dawgy

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Pryde]
Bad bitches, sandwiches, clam dishes, I rate that
One bar, five hundred dollars, each verse cost eight stacks
Block heavy, got eight shots, put eight bullets to the wasteman
Look onto my belt loop, my gun stay darker than a spray tan
New zebra, I cop that, new nina, I cock that
Two litre, I pop that, poppin’ me, I pop back
Bad bitches, I must have it
Your bitch got moustaches
My bitch got her eyebrows on fleek
Your bitch got her eyebrows all cheap
Fucking your bitch to some new Tyrese
I got green so she blew my D
Watching Jagged Edge on my new TV
Her brain C-grade and her boobs DD
True Religion on my denim, True Religion on my tee
If my girl don’t rock Truey, she ain’t B-A-E
With my Nubian queen, massaging her feet
You know all my soldiers don’t fake that
Lovin’ in her, nutted in her, now she may be pregnant
But she bad anyway, I rate that

[Hook]