Those Guys - Soul Food [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Jova]
Still doing my thing, like I'm supposed to
Watch out, this is my lane, and I won't change until it don't move
Y'all look a little famished, and a snack just won't do
What we do? We cook it up, cook it up, cook it up, cook it up
What we serve? Soul food
Owe dues? I'm puzzled as to what I could owe you
Did you miss the piece where we show and prove?
Who will hate next? All they do is break necks when we roll through
I don't know if you could mug any harder
Then again.... I don't know if I could shrug any harder

[J. Al]
Whoop!
And that's all player
You did it for the money, you's a fraud player
The snapback, the v-neck, rosary on deck
She thinking that she fucking with a ball player
Oh here, we go, I'm shitting, no time to stall player
And fuck an introduction but just in case you didn't know who was all in here
It's J.Al, not Jay Z, not J. Cole, not none of that
Not J. Money, not j. Elec, no disrespect but run it back
See I'm me, too many times I done love the moment, didn't love him back
Too many hoes I fronted on just to get them laying there on their back
And I'm hard body, so for it
On the road to success, so floor it
And I been for it with a flow that's probably hotter than papa bear's porridge

[Bridge]
And a snack just won't do
What we do? We cook it up, cook it up, cook it up, cook it up
What we serve? Soul food

[Jova]
Look what we started
This is not for the weak hearted
They ask for it, we brought it
When's the last time you had a feast darling?
Ok, you heard things
Those Guys what the birds sing
Nice tune, not the worst thing
When's the last time you had a sure thing?.... huh?

[Bridge]
Cook it up, cook it up, cook it up, cook it up
Y'all look a little famished, and a snack just won't do
What we do? We cook it up, cook it up, cook it up, cook it up
What we serve? Soul food

[J. Al]
And I'm riding round and I'm getting it
It's that soul food and I'm getting it
I got their mind, body, and soul hooked
They must think Shang Tsung serving this shit
I tell my opponent, get over here
What I'm cooking, I'm gon' premier
It's all faith, I let God steer
Man no one was around, all of a sudden they all want near

[Verse 5: Jova]
Still doing my thing, like I'm supposed to
Watch out, this is my lane, and I won't change until it don't move
Y'all look a little famished, and a snack just won't do
What we do? We cook it up, cook it up, cook it up, cook it up
What we serve? Soul food