Tito Lopez - Jada & Pac (Venting Sessions #9) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Tito Lopez]
She told me that she'll be there to my death date
But give me life like a needle through my chest plate
And since she came into my world, shit been just great
Nevermind the insecurities, long as the sex great
I guess fate would have the average bitches keep from round me
Reminiscing on when the kissing game was out to clown me
Need me a chick who got the brains and the looks
Be my Jada Pinkett, I'll be her lesane parish crooks now
I know ghetto bitches hold niggas down for a living
In out of prison, loyalty make it all forgiving
Type of chick I'm diggin', show nothing but respect
Hood rich, peanuts on the check, but weed will be on deck, feel me?
Lost the ride back on the bus, she been through worse
Trying teach her that life is more than just the name on her purse
Feel like she cursed to get in trouble
But fuck it, that's life
Alcoholic wagon fell off and reality strikes
I envisioned a sea of woman, I backstroke
Power of pussy be more addictive than crack smoke
See niggas end up with they back broke
Being sloppy, bend over backwards, make pillow talking a freaking hobby
But not me, papi too slick to think with his dick
Surfing flicks till I find the perfect chick
Then it's just me and my bitch
She love me if I'm rich or if I'm poor, for sure

Give me a chick that’s ambitious, and about her riches
Got her own place, you make the plates, and I do the dishes
Nothing fictitious, keep it honest and keep her promise
All natural afros, the afrodisiac, the finest
Let me find out she like rap too and I'mma spit her
Quoting Michael Jordan on her twitter, we got a winner
I need a chick that think deep
Type to write love you on her eyelids
Cause you know I watch her sleep
Make me a creep, flipping through your instagram
This the damn shit I'm talking bout, oh she got me stalkin now
Turn me on more, she can teach me
Got me eating right, can’t sleep at night, wanna drink her fiji
Call her queen if she older, mother earth she a soldier
She my rock, she my boulder, spoken word in her folder
Scared to read it, that show me she's a human being
And being human’s hard, on the boulevard

Don't mind me, I'm just venting, though
The piece is strictly a composite
Finding the perfect woman goes against logic
Ain't in the closet but women get on my damn nerves
Can't live with them and can't live without them damn curves
Some damn words for you damn pervs, ain't lookin for a chick
I'mma stick with this microphone
Just me and my bitch, she love me if I'm rich or if I'm poor, for sure
And this that Jada & Pac, I need that Jada & Pac
And this that Jada & Pac, and the shit don't stop, my nigga
And this that Jada & Pac, give me that Jada & Pac baby, feel me
And this that Jada & Pac, and the shit don't stop, huh