Flash Bang Grenada - I Can Teleport [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
OK, I've been flicking through my TV for the past four hours, and all I see is this shit. What the fuck is going on, dawg? I get on YouTube, what the fuck do I see? These niggas. Conan, the fuck do I see? These niggas. Leno, the fuck do I see? These niggas again!

[Hook 1]
Cause I can teleport, ho
I can teleport, ho
Yeah, I can teleport, ho
I can teleport, ho, I can teleport, ho

[Verse 1: Nocando]
I don't need a private jet to make a model's private wet
As soon as I arrive, it's set, you ready? (I'm ready!)
If she's a sweetheart, I maybe might call her
Make her ex man blue in the face, Nightcrawler
At Red Bamboo, I tipped the waitress nine dollars
And poof! then met Reagan on a stage in Geneva
Got pay like ballers and behave like scholars
T-shirt and jeans, feeling white, white-collared

[Busdriver]
One minute downside, note the hipsters in their open flannels
Then I'm in Honduras installin' solar panels
Feel like I run Europe from a club in Zurich
Man, I teleport so much, I only pump syrup
Blank, I'm hollering at you, but it's all acid jazz, too
And just remind you gentle minds for the volcanic ash
And I'm eating pomegranate halves and other slow sow cow
Wearing summer clothes on a snow plow, but it's easy

[Hook 2]
Cause, I can teleport, ho - I'm too fly to fly
Yeah, I can teleport, ho - I got that light in the sky
I can teleport, ho - here I go, there I go
I can teleport, ho, I can teleport, ho
I can teleport, ho - fuck the time-space continuum
Yeah, I can teleport - and the mind states of simpletons
I can teleport, ho - there I go, here I go
Can you teleport, ho? I can teleport, ho

[Verse 2: Nocando]
I teleport from Telegraph in Oakland
To Tel Aviv on my cellular telephone
Talking about cheddar cheese to a Parisian, c'est la vie, making mousse
Hella, Cannisse is in Toronto tonight, I'll end up in bed with your nieces
Land on a launchpad like a helicopter
Step to the podium and peep the teleprompter
I chop down a cherry tree to make a cherry sake
And went with my teriyaki and kept it mariachi

[Busdriver]
[?] a pair of [?] like a marching band lesson
You can't learn how to do it cause the art's clandestine
I'm a tall glass of milk, you're a carton of ranch dressing
Well-garnered, kidding up my monkey business than Tarzan's best friend
Boom, I'm here, taste inside of the nude ladies
Next time baptizing niggas between the Tigris and Euphrates
Feel like driving you crazy, you make my podcast squishy
But I'm birth control, eliminating wormholes like bomb-ass pussy

[Hook 2]

[Outro]
Bitch, I'm busy
Bitch-bitch, I'm busy