Twisted Minds - Ain't No Thang [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus]
Jamaican girls are the finest things
We the kings of Kingston so you gotta sing
But you know it ain’t no thang but a chicken wang
(Wang, wang, wang, wang, wang)
Ain’t no thang but a chicken wang (x2)
We the kings of Kingston so you gotta sing
But you know it ain’t no thang but a chicken wang

[Verse 1: KinDah}
Flow’s ever heaven sent, rapping for the hell of it
Making these rappers look irrelevant
Don’t mix the colors with the whites no they delicate
And all these rappers delegate but no I’m president
Somebody tell me what’s priorities
Cause I got school but day dream in sororities
Yeah, and babylon as my authorities
Come to I & I and wah pressure me like rice and peas
Far from the regular putting a hit on senators
They wanna go late night I ain’t Letterman
Let ‘em in, I’m coming for all the veterans
How could I cop these flows when I invited them?
Spitting over instruments hoping of being limitless
They playing catch up they must heard we living it
We crossing boarders like an immigrant
Hold up, hold up, now who you say is as sick as this?

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Dash D]
I killed the beat call the coroner
Get away with murder like I'm living out in Florida
My raps deliver like a courier
The way that I be rapping people ask if I'm a foreigner
Nah I live in JA give thanks but I’m trying to get in Bel Air just to I fill up banks
My flow’s hot that's what your girl keep telling me
Hot like the pictures that your girl keep sending me
Different day, same enemies
Man they love is hate, nah, I guess they really couldn't take the jealousy
We out here flossing cause to us it is exciting
You only flossing because your dentist advised it
My name's Dash but you could just call me Hyphen
And I'm the best but this verse is just to remind 'em
It ain't no thang but a chicken wang boy
But how much for that chicken wang boy?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Dash D & KinDah]
Dash they say this rap thing can't work
Like white girls in the club, boy they can't twerk
So rich, so thick, Mrs. Butterworth
We all about delivery like giving birth
Boy, I gotcha
Raps so sick, flow ill, need a doctor
They going back and forth, uhmm, like I'm playing tennis
I flow like Venice on this beat I'm a menace no Dennis
Rap mean and I ain't telling no one sorry
Cause these boys popping molly while girls pop it like Miley
Hol’ up, Ain’t it obvi? these rappers stuck in the lobby
We go on beats so retarded and school boys like khaki
Not even Flow been this progressive and I’m coming to accept it
These rappers gotta death wish but anyway

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
From born sinners to good kids in mad cities
From Protoje’s, Kabaka P’s and Keznamdi’s
Hot raps ‘cause we living in the West Indies
On my grind and hustle ’til nothings left in me
Mean, I mean I gotta live my dream
Couple teens and we plotting up a scheme
Showed up on the scene but it ain’t what it seems
This song is my theme so you know I gotta sing homie

[Outro]
Ain’t no thang, Ain’t no thang homie (x3)
We on the scene, what?
We getting big homie
Ain’t no thang, Ain’t no thang homie (x3)
We on the scene, what?
We getting big homie