Zin-Zeta - House Cleaning Blues [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Zin-Zeta]

Last night, I had a party on some "mardi gras" sh*t
Naughty broads getting horny off Omarion
Jungle bitches getting drunk off Bacardi
Getting f*cked in Ferrari cars... Sorry, ma'
I had to borrow your wide-angle lens for this one
Pulled out the 5D and got my Safari on
Took some great shots I could sell for top dollar
And laugh my way to the bank with/banquet - hardy har
But, back to the party: a fight broke out
With some lesbian bitches - a psycho bout
Tits popped out, so the Canon came out
I took more shots 'fore throwing them dyke hoes out
And that's when I surveyed the house
Noticed the huge mess and made everybody bounce
Stains over the rug, holes in my couch
And a dead chick with a cum-load in her mouth
What the f*ck...

[Hook: Mae Questel]

♪
Duh-doo, dooooooooo...
I've got those house-cleaning blues
There's floors to scrub, and windows to rub
I've got those house-cleaning blues
So much to do, I'll never get through
I'm getting tired of cleaning things
I've got those house cleaning blues ♫

[Verse 2: Zin-Zeta]

Where do I begin with this pig sty
The walls look like niggas bent over and let sh*t fly
Sh*t stains in the restroom
Graffiti on the walls of the guest room
This sh*t's gon' have me dead soon
Niggas gave a whole new meaning to the term "rec-room"
And, I ain't done a lot of sweeping lately
But niggas got me feelin' like a cleaning lady
But, get this: remember the dead chick?
I found her in the kitchen, making me breakfast
She hadn't died - she had just had a seizure
And the white sh*t in her mouth was that foamy stuff
The best part was, she was willing to clean
She told me she was a fan and wanted to join the team
So, putting her on was an easy choice to make
Now we've both got the blues, and the sh*t feels great
That's what's up...

[Hook: Mae Questel]

♪
Duh-doo, dooooooooo...
I've got those house-cleaning blues
There's floors to scrub, and windows to rub
I've got those house-cleaning blues
So much to do, I'll never get through
I'm getting tired of cleaning things
But I'm tied to my apron strings
I'll never rest 'til I lose and
I've got those house cleaning blues
Boop-be-doop-beep ♫