Lil Wayne - Oh Let's Do It [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Lil' Wayne]
I got Young Money up
And now I got my feet up
Tune in this bitch tell my niggas throw them B's up
Doing what the fuck I want
Hate me all the fuck you want
Real niggas fuck with me and I don't give a fuck who don't
Lock the CEO up
And I'm the CEO, fuck
Prison in February and I ain't in no rush
Drink 'til I throw up
Nigga roll more blunts
Ball so hard man I gotta go pro once
Hit 'em with the shotgun
Call that shit the stop button
Call me Doctor Carter
AKA "Young Wild Nigga"
AKA "No Trial Nigga"
AK *click-clack pow* nigga
Fucking with the kid and you'll be missing like Bilal nigga

Yeah! Swagger stupid
Pack a Uzi, hundred clips nigga
That's a movie, aim at your toupee
You sweet as Kool-Aid, creme brulee
I'm sharp as Blueray
I fuck her today
Then she gotta skate - Young Lupe
I hit the beat hard - Bobby Bouche
I keep them tools on me
Get the screwface
Flowers for the dead
Here's a bouquet
L.V.s nigga on every suitcase
Y.M. nigga it's a new day
We the champions nigga hoo-ray

Yeah, hammer in the Louis duff
Take a nigga bitch, she gave me brains until I knew enough
Bullet come too fast to adjust
I don't give a fuck about my roof that much
So I put it in the trunk and then the coupe sped up
Take the chopper out the trunk and just shoot that up
I'm Weezy F and the 'F' is for flame
Eat these rappers, chef of the game
Shit on the track, shit on the train
Murder the beat, the beat was slain
Rest in peace, that's a shame
He kill anybody song
Versatile as fuck, I switch it up
Like Dennis Rodman's dome
No homo, you rockin wrong
Rest in peace my Styrofoam
Now y'all wanna know what I be on
Get the fuck off my dick, my cock, my bone
Big money my pockets long
New Orleans I got my home
And they got my back pause
No homo, no maricon

Smoking on that private grown
He put me where I belong
All about my cheese: cheddar, mozzarella, provolone
Fuck her for an hour long
Let her take a shower gone
Sorry baby but I'm in the
"I don't wanna be bothered"-zone
You're a groupie, get on your duty
Two women give me head
Call that "two-faced"
Bitch I'm too great
Take your food tray
I was born on doomsday
Ain't no nigga like me
What's up to my gang
Big B's like a Breitling
Take a nigga bitch, she ride my dick like she cycling
Then she can't walk, run, or jump like white men
Fuck you niggas wanna do?
No Ceilings, let the bullets rain on you
Weezy F, the 'F' is for "fuck what you’re goin' through"
Make your people mourn you
Hehe, ok let's do it