Po$idon phunK - Doin' Dishes [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Po$idon phunK]

A wise dome once told me
Oh Geez
Don't go down that road g
Just try to row your boat in your flow
See, i listened. An mc that ain't quick
To grip the clip in hell's kitchen
But snakes still hissin, jakes try to catch a man
Red handed as i finished doing dishes
Only true ballers let it drain, like a three-wade-swishes
Called her up like bring a friend now its on
Like a 3-way-switch is. Tapping she in submission only wish is
No call back from the number that be listed
Don't want a sticky situation with these bitches
I try to sip the cup, lube it up. Slip, then split
Back into the cut thats whats up
Ain't worried bout cut as an artist, soul high up
Eye needs a harness. Hardest bars what this author has to offer
But is it normal to give no more, and still make it global
Coffins, for dicseased tracks, to ill with these vocals
Hoping my old folks, don't oh no knowing im stoned cold
Then burnt out like old coals, in the dojo
Trynna promote these cold flows
A litre pulling strings, I ain't trynna be a cholo but
Compose solo puttin artists in chokeholds
It's a sick world, people think the pills burried in the dough
Like god damn, higher than ever-its-the-amount-inhaled
Need an army to harm a man
Po$idon phunK like, shake-spear out of hand
With the pad and the pen