The Niceguys (Yves) - Right Hook [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Hook (Yves)

I say this Hook is so mean
I say this hook is sooo mean
I, I guess I got the right hook and
Dark liquors hooks are in me
Roy Jones Jr. and Glen Kelly
Marciano and Walcott
Mike Tyson and Ferguson
(That was an uppercut)
Fuck it nigga they all dropped

Verse 1 (Yves)
I'm so faded I hate it
I don't hate it I'm faded
That's just shit I say when I'm faded. This feeling the greatest
Johnny Blue in my lowball
I ain't answering no calls
Jackie D in my flask
Whiskey feel like a mask
Hennessy was my start
Paradis was my finish
265 my enablers
Kenneth Winfrey we did it
Paul Masson we was broke
Off and on we would smoke
Never stop sipping that Macallan
James Kelley the pope
I got issues I miss you
I drink heavily. Damn
From my skin to my gristle
It feel heavenly. Damn
Shoota Mac you my ace
But, no aces in here
Just deuces and up in my juices screw in my cup
Cheers to everything
Beers and every drink high as your arms could go
I ain't responsible
For the wrongs that go on I am also throwed
718 to to 713 y'all should know
Whoa

Hook

Verse 2

I started Free Free early
At The Vault it was my fault
I got juice in that venue
Plus it was his birthday
You could choose from the menu
He like Yvey I'm thirsty
He killed that 'gnac I was taken aback I'm like Free I ain't worthy!
He said I'd like another
So like a brother I counsel him pour some ounces in he bounce and then downs him another
I was proud than a mutha-fuckah, cuz a
Nigga wasn't sipping but now we tripping like co-d's in public
Sleezy on that Blood shit
Eastside nigga we love it
Free ain't no goon he got a room, university public
That's where we started with this Niceguys shit
Free Free the soul of this Niceguys shit
Candlestick spinning all that Niceguys shit
Dig, it's only fitting that the Niceguys lit
And Free had that Ralph Lauren rugby on
Fuck we on?
Laughing like goodfellas, no reason
We must be gone!

Hook

Verse 3

(Jelksy, check me out)
Man I be doing the most cuz
When I'm sober, on the sofa, I get so fru-strated with the state of my existence
No buzz, along with tryna build yo buzz is emotio-nally taxing
I need toxins
I need Jack in, not boxes, but a flask fast
Government talkin bout SoPA and PiPA
Too too dramatic like soaps bruh, and peep the, results of, getting soap from, the coast of Costa Rica
Cuz I read the, writing on the wall but I really need to go ahead and reep the
Benefits of my spit 'fore the reaper
Reaches me, eureka!
I struck gold with the flow
My mode is commode
I'm the shit now what do you reek of?
I was stressed out, turning drinks up
Would turn a drink down, but my shrink sucks
This is therapy to me
I takes care of me
I count sheep barely so bare with me as Eric B I need
Spirits to rock him/Rakim carefully to sleep
I'm prepared to be a lead-er
Niggas like Yves arrogant to me
Per, request of my lady parent, breathe, sedate myself, very viciously
My choices are various indeed
My mind is boisterous
Bury it in a sea of Hennessy deep like the Kennedys
Let me get faded like Henna, please