Tila Tequila - Knock U Out [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Pour my drink get down like WHAT?
Down like WHAT?
Down like WHAT?
Pour my drink get down like WHAT?
Down like WHAT?
Down like WHAT?
BITCH!
Slap on the extra make-up
I'll be on the grind tryna get my cake up
It's RJ bras and rockin' Marc Jacobs
All day flossin', fuckin' ya'll face up
You try to photoshop your face up
Ever since you put your myspace up
I break rules, my shit's forbidden
You look like a dude, this bitch is straight trippin'
A-list celeb? Who are you kiddin'?
Everything you tryna do, I done did it
You could never run the game cuz I'm in it
This your last five seconds of your fifteen minutes
I put down for my city And I get-get-gridy
Yeah muthafucker That's what's up
And just because your girl pretty
With some big ass titties
Don't mean I won't fuck you up
I bet you won't be lookin' so HOT
When I knock you out and make you say WHAT?!
(Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh my God!)
I bet you won't be lookin' so HOT
When I knock you out and make you say WHAT?!
(Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh my God!)