Secret Lunch Alliance - Get Saucy [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
Rolling at the club, getting fucked
Got the video vixens all getting crunk
At the bar, buying shots with the riches
Roll with BFMoney, get saucy bitches
X2

[Bittah E-Ratic]
151 in my cup
Caribou Lou say what's up
Now it's time to chug that jack
If you can't drink get the fuck back
Got that Hennessy next in line
What's that tingle running through my spine
Holy shit, is that patron?
Motherfuckers I'm in my zone
Whipping out my pipe like I'm James Deen
Hoes taking shots like it's Jimmy Bean
Chuhis getting me silly
Got your girl tryna grab my willy
Vodka vodka vodka quite the shocka shocka shocka
All these girls getting hotta hotta hotta hotta
Man my heart's kicking like it's playing socca socca
Shut this bitch down I'm the show stoppa stoppa

[DJ Lurch]
Bruiser crew got rhymes to make your face melt
You should dial 911 cause you gon need help
BF Money rolling about 100 deep
And you know when we hit the booth we're killing beats

[Bittah E-Ratic]
Smackin' cheeks, smackin' cheeks like it ain't no thing
Smackin' cheeks, smackin' cheeks, whipping out my wang
Smackin' cheeks, smackin' cheeks, BFMoney gettin' hoes
Smackin' cheeks, smackin' cheeks, where are my clothes

[Dr. Pippin]
151, give me a little Malibu
Through a shit ton of beefeater, I don't give a fuck dude
Give me a lot of Beam, party with Charlie Sheen
Mackin' with Katy Perry (Chuhi with a little fairy)
Don't give a fuck, Drinking whatever's stuck
In my mind I'm dancing, I'm not romancing
Act like I care a fuck she wearing
Shit is coming off, she getting Farah Abraham

[Hook]

[DJ Lurch]
DJ Lurch, I'm tryna hold my liquor
Holding my adios while tryna not get any sicker
If I take another shot, Imma have a heart attack
But it's friday fuckin' night, so I throw another back
Save regrets for the A.M, starting some mayhem
Jooky in my brainstem, my wallet carpe diem
Bending like David Beckham, I don't need no chaser
I caught my second wind, motherfucker Imma take them
I'm out on the dance floor, getting ghost like my name Casper
In my tight jeans causing laughter, this motherfucker really don't look gangster
I'm 50 cent in a cardigan, hood rappers got a problem again
But it's not like i'm repping portland, motherfuckers think I'm really from oregon?
Say fuck it cause i got money to spend, I got royalties that know no end
I got a thirst that's gotta be quenched, drown all my contempt in a liquor cleanse
Punk motherfuckers tryna fight my men, they don't know who they dealing with
Tryna get up with BF Money and pretend that King Jooky ain't gon smash again?

[Hook] x2