The PaK - Dumbyoung Newports [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Luke Flywalker]
Can a young midget get money anymore?
Your lookin' up to me, and I'm only 5'4
My car has four doors, and you know that's for sure
I get more raps than a tortilla store
Put them all to rest
I'm harder than a desk
Straight chillin' with my dog, like Johnny Test
Wanna test me, Ima have to get three
K.I.Ds, to beat your A.S.S
Yes I'm the best
Lyrically molest
I be in the clouds like a jumbo jet
But I don't smoke the sess, I just get them checks
Like an answer that's correct on an algebra test
Sorry to be rude, but I'm with three other dudes
That don't do chew or rock DC shoes
We be from the boosk
Got racks like a moose
Blowin' bucks like gay deer, but I am not a queer

[Verse 2: Thaddie P]
Can a young mix breed get money any more?
My raps are hot like global warming but I don't see no Al Gore
Lyrics stay nasty, like a cold sore
I take out trashy rappers but It's not much of a chore
I am Thaddie P
I'm a fucking beast
Reptar on this beat
Blacker than the south but, whiter than the east
Getting bread like wheat
Rising up like yeast
I am fucking gorgeous
Your bi-curious like George is
I trim the leaf, smoke the reef, and get buds like a florist
Something that rhymes with oranges
Running this shit like forrest did
Hotter than some porridge is
Your lookin' mad because your bitch pays all my mortgages
Dirtbaggin' like B-town, use your girl as my rebound
I fucked this thick bitch and I made her loose 40 pounds
And I'm off this beat now

[Verse 3: Ginger-Vitus]
Can't a young ginger get money anymore?
Last time I checked, your raps were a bore
Not like the pig kind
More like your girlfriend
I like em' Brazilian and Asian, man that's a good blend
Understand I'm on some other shit
Leave your flows on the mend
Your girlfriend likes me, lil bit
Man I'm Kanye rich
Killed this beat like Shannon
Someone tell these mothafuckers what the plan is
She said I'm the craziest, I said bitch, I'm the Rap Genius
Now I'm on top and your rap was meaningless
You tried to come off hood, and I look like the cleanest
Cause when I go in on this beat
Man I'm the best
Skin so white I'm called Crest
Man I'm fucking Ginger-Vitus

[Verse 4: Dewy Parker]
Does a young Injun get money any more?
I can honestly say I don't and I adore
No worries about the P.D. knockin' at my door
Fuck a bitch twice and now she's gone because I'm bored
Im a true motha fucka I don't do drugs
Don't drink booze but I do get hugs
Knees all burned from the fuckin' rug
Fed her my sauce and now she stuffed
I get money like a teddy bear
That's not shit but it's good I swear
Loitering like every day
Fuck around like any way
Don't give a fuck thats what I say
Screaming YOLO like a gay
Smoke a pack, with the pack
They be smokin', I lean back
Killin' chillin' like this track
I swear I want my penny back...
Bitches love my fuckin' cock
Harder than a fuckin' rock
Tell them hoes to hit the floor, thats when all their panties drop
Punk Ass Kids be slappin' hoes
We stay tight like a pack of bros
Driving in my momma's whip
Mini van, got the clique
Heading to a banquet
Halfway there and the shit stalls out