Ron Titanium - Lite Skin'd [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Yeah Buddy
Yes Lawd (x4)

[Verse 1]
First things first
You're uhh so gifted
With your California skin and your Cocoa Butter kisses
If I touch you for a minute
Might fuck around and get addicted
You a drug, baby girl, need a chemist?
Hold up let me finish
Before you gotta go take a minute
To give me one chance to make you feel it
Guarantee I'd have us both trippin'
Like a nigga need a ticket
But I lost my train of thought like...
Damn you so distractin'!
Pretty like an actress
Halle Berry, Zoe Saldana, Paula Patton
Nails done, hair did, all about the fashion
You so fuckin' flashy!
Sweeter than Candy, skin like a Temper-Pedic mattress
You don't need a man, you your own damn captain!
The way you walkin' past me
Got a nigga spazzin'
'Cuz you a'int too fine to get this action

[Chorus]
(I don't need no one, I'm better than everybody else.)
Yeah Buddy
(I don't need no one, to tell me I'm Beautiful)
Yes Lawd!
(x4)

[Verse 2]
She always on point, ain't gotta make sure
Dammit I so love it when she say I GOT THAT
Every single time that she walk into the store
Fendi, Micheal Kors?
AWUH!
All in your medula
Ron T the Ruler
L-E-F-T Side we coolin'
I wanna share a secret about something we could do but
Everytime you smile I go BLANK
Like you format a disk in my memory bank
How low can you go?
No Hillary Swank
I'm way to gone out my mind from this dank
So ironic how you make me think
The way you make heads turn and pop out eyes
Turn down, Lead on, Piss off guys
Prepositions, my oh my
I'm such a crazy guy!
Well, first things first, you're uhh so gifted
With your California skin and your Cocoa Butter Kisses
You ain't nothing like them bitches
Though you always acting different
You and Me like Saturdays to Adventists
YUH!

[Chorus]

Ok well, truin' right?
You know you fine as hell, but your
Personality says different
I mean, no disrespect but, tell me why

'Cuz I know you checking me out in the corner of ya eye
I don't mean to brag but I'm a hell of a guy
If you look like Dubai why you actin' so Chi-
Cago!
Yo cargo, leave it behind
When you hanging with a pilot you know we stay fly
Just gimme One More Chance B.I.G, '95
I stay platinum
Goin in for gold, like a Magnum
Bank roll thicker than my accent
Favorite little bastard
Strapback hat stay backwards
Always chasing dreams, never nappin'
And i would hold you down like we both doing wrestlin'
But to be honest, I ain't really into popping the question

[Chorus]

Yeah Buddy
Yes Lord (x6)

OH YUH!!