Lyrics Born - Hott Bizness [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One]
Ferocious
The most explosive mackadocious potentest
Braggadocious vocalist going postal
Toast of both coasts from Oakland to Hoboken
Holding my cirrhosis foes with hypnosis
I'm goin' toe-to-toe with these soldiers, totally bogus
Smokin' on showbiz these ass posers that don't show no emotion
Hold my folks close but hold my foes closer than clothes on clothes pins
I don't know if you noticed
But when I was strollin' through the door
My opponents was frozen like a yeoman on a boat that's in [?] in the ocean
Eyes bulging wide open like a goldfish
I told him, "Homie love [?]"

I go back like topaz stones or zirconium
I go back like homeroom boners over Walona
And I go back like envelopes with no postage
I told y'all I can hold my own
Now if you

[Hook]

[Verse Two]
Don't be ridiculous homie, acting belligerent talking
You want an incident involving with fisticuffs, listen up closely
I can't be pissed at you, though that's only ambitious that's talking
[?] issue
Let's just discuss this
You shouldn't listen to all these critics' that pigeon hole me
They're constantly fishing for stories, actin' mischievous homie
But don't get it twisted though
Don't think for a minute I'm jokin'
This is my business, I'm always [?]

[Hook]

[Verse Three]
Soul yodelin', overloading the court
This audience explodin' blowin' up the auditorium
Ignoring city ordinance, bodily parts showin'
But it's normal though, par for the course for Lyrics Born
Your father'd have a cardiac arrest in his cardigan vest
If he saw how his daughter gets when she's partyin' just
Like New Orleans at Mardi Gras, or Rio at Carnivale
Y'all believe me now, it's all of the above
Pourin' out a little more Drakkar Noir
For all of the funk we've lost in the art form
I'm at war with y'all
Recording artists making horrible songs
Crack your porcelain jaw
Now come on and sing the chorus for us

[Hook]

[Bridge] {x4}
This is hott bizness, baby, line ‘em up like Tic-Tac-Toe
This is hott bizness, baby, coming off like this man’s clothes