The Collingwood Twins - Jalou/Basement/Jalou [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Gibdog argues with a bouncer about getting into Jalou)

[Gibdog]
What's a boy to do, what's a boy to do?
Get a cocktail? Hell make it two
Get my Q card baby you can jump the queue...
Guess where I am...

Did you guess right?
No stress night
Me and Coleby looking fresh and we dressed like (ugh)
Two of the rap game's greatest
Fuck it man, that's probably why they hate us

Slammed my Q card on he dashboard
Drive my motherfucking Benzo and push the gas hard
Park illegally outside the monument
Police don't stop me, don't want no argument

Man, I'm up in that Basement
And Gladdaz drops a wobbly
Spending all of my dough like
Circa '96 Rob Lee

Yo Coleby's downing stops no one can stop him
Tell Richard Semmence to get his ass in Gotham x2

[Colebycakez]
I'm in Jalou necking Cookie Monsters
I see some girls...they want us

I'm on the dance floor, sipping on a Stella
Bouncer comes across and says 'no drinks fella' (scoffs)

So I look him in the eye, down the bottle till it's dry...then I EAT THE FUCKING BOTTLE
Pulling all sorts of models

Standing in Basement dressed in all leather
Coleby making it rain like the fucking British weather

[Gibdog]
Sick

Me and Coleby hit Basement for a second dance
Then it's back to Jalou
I guess the bouncer deserves a second chance
Not his fault he wasn't down with the...crew
We got the numbers up, bouncer shows me the door
We got some manager, we got the Jordan Key to the door
Knees to the floor, girls slut dropping us
And when the beat drops, there ain't no stopping us

Coleby on the Jagers, I'm on the trebles
Like a couple of young rebels
Wrong on so many levels
Had to let us in it was dead in the place
Left the bouncer looking red in the face x2
Ha ha

Coleby are you awake?
Put the Jagers down, take the mic

[Colebycakez]
(Coleby drunkenly slurs his lyrics)
Sitting here in Franky and Benny's
She makes my heart burn I need some Rennies
She's eating a steak, I'm eating pasta
Living the fast life but could never move past her...

Waiter...

Hater Swag Part 3, this life is a party
La-di-da-di-da-di, you can't out smart me
I'm the ish, you can't outfart me
Bottle of bubbles in my right hand
Coleby the right man, aight man
I'm saying I'm the man
And if this life is a beach, I'm playing in the sand

I don't know why I got sober from spitting on this beat
That's the effect music has on you

It's a sobering thought haha