Alexander Frost - North Side Hos [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Don’t even try to trip, cuz I ain’t havin’ none
If you want some big dick come & get you some
It’s like a drive-thru, my shit’s super-size
I know you want it girl, I can see it in your eyes
When I hit it from behind bitches start screamin’
Big balls slap your clit, no you ain’t dreamin’
And if you got a man, I think you know the plan
Kick his ass to the curb- do you understand?
And if he try to front, I’ma split his wig
I ain’t no pussy ass, I represent my nig
I rock the 40 ounce, I drive a clean whip
I sip on Hennessy when I fuckin’ wood grip

[Bridge]
North Side Ho, South Side Ho
East Side Ho, West Side Ho
North Side Ho, South Side Ho
East Side Ho, West Side Ho
But they don’t hear me, no
They don’t hear me

[Pre-Chorus]
Got no love for these bitches
Got no love for these hoes
No respect for these snitches
But I rep for my bros
Every time I flow
(Shoutout to my clique)
Everybody know
(Got no time for a trick)
Everywhere I go
(Down to ride for my set)
Anytime you low
(You better not forget…)

[Chorus]
You are not alone
Just pick up the phone
Holla at your boy, man
We gone smoke some ‘dro
You are not alone
Just pick up the phone
Holla at your boy, man
We gone smoke some ‘dro

[Verse 2]
D.A.R.E. may keep kids off blow
But R-A-P-E’s the only thing I know
With me it ain’t about the spit or the swallow
It’s full-metal jackets or the straight hollows
You will do anal, you will give me head
In that order, too, cuz you already dead
I’m an ice-cold nigga every time I get drunk
You want an open casket? It’s a closed trunk
If I get pulled over and a punk pig ask:
‘Hey there, boy, what’s that noise in the back?’
I’ll tell that bitch ass ‘shut the fuck up-
Can’t a young man let his system go bump?’

[Bridge]
North Side Ho, South Side Ho
East Side Ho, West Side Ho
North Side Ho, South Side Ho
East Side Ho, West Side Ho
They don’t hear me
They don’t hear me, no
They don’t hear me, no
But they don’t hear me

[Pre-Chorus]
Got no love for these bitches
Got no love for these hoes
No respect for these snitches
But I rep for my bros
Every time I flow
(Shoutout to my clique)
Everybody know
(Got no time for a trick)
Everywhere I go
(Down to ride for my set)
Anytime you low
(You better not forget…)

[Chorus]
You are not alone
Just pick up the phone
Holla at your boy, man
We gone smoke some ‘dro

Holla at ya boy
Holla at ya boy