Brother Ali - Steerange [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
It's time to get 'em, it's time, time to get 'em
My vibe got to killing, my eyes start to glisten
I ride the rhythm with signs like precision
Right arm got to swinging, the highlight division
In my mind I'm hearing the gospel choir singing
I could not fight the feeling, I find it mighty thrilling
The crowds start shifting, the broads get to gigging
Their body parts wiggling, my kind of women
Especially when they thick and pop all out the Denim
It's really not a sin to admire what God give 'em
I know my wife listening, come on, I'm only kidding
I can find a lot iller way to grind at the living
Don't think for not a minute that I forgot about my children
Their little tummies is rumbling and I got to fill 'em
I'm all about my business, sock 'em out if I'mma spitting
It's kind of hard to fit it, my saga systems
But I don't give a shit, my shows are hella intimate
If you guys are a band, then where the hell are all your instruments
Interesting, holla at the maid in D
Pull something out the seat and season them up for me
He asking my staff ''what's happening with your captain?
He look like Gene Hackman and talk like Mars Blackmon''
Lobby at the W, the hotel was cracking
I took off my jacket and called it a backspin

[Verse 2]
Let it be known I love all of my fans
A lot of y'all are making water and they washing your hands
Got a big box of vinyls, signed them all in advance
So don't get off me with your slovenly ass and don't bother me
I dress sharp like Dapper Dan
Big white beard looking something like the Santa band
The Kentucky Fried Chicken man
Cush me like a pimp, said he had a biscuit in his hand
So strange and I must admit
Don't know what stranger shit it is, but I'm full of it
I be that dude in my 80's still trying to spit
You be saying ''yo, yo, I almost made it'', but you should've quit
Till then I'm in the rain with some other men
Riding on the train, tuxedo and some runner kicks
I ain't paying out nothing to the government
'Til somebody run Biz Markie for president