Sherloc - Loneliest Number [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Sherloc]

All about the diligence
Breaking down the syllabus
Keep my right strong just in case I got to hit a snitch
I ain't trying to steal your girl, but she begging for a kiss
Keep an eye on her, just in case she try and hit a lick
Knock these niggas out and then I dump them on the rocky road
I'm fresher than the next I check your mate and leave you looking faint
Mean in the booth but answer questions like a holy saint
You claiming you the coldest, let me tell you something, no you ain't
On my right is Benjamin
On my left is Abraham
Running up on Uncle Sam and snatching Yen from East Japan
Don't you fear me, fear my clan
Kill MC's with all my might
I be black but looking white
Call me Mr. Bobby Lite
Wet you up like Sobe Life
Shirley's Temple coming soon but
Blow you faggot rappers out the water up into the moon
Keep the clickin' clackin' on my waist in case I'm snappin'
I ain't really got to much but nigga I'mma make it happen
Nigga I'm a captain slicker than a water moccasin
I'm bout to make the Undertaker tap then take a shot again
Aiming at your pockets then I'm rocketing my stock and then I
Grow some hair and buy a farm, call me Waka Flocka Hens
Want your girl? That depends
If you mug me I'mma take a chance on going to the pen
God forgive me for my sins but oh my God I'm going in
Please don't make me knick your head and get the win like Jeremy Lin
Got them racks on top of racks
Got more racks on top of them but
Also got grenades so please don't make me pull the pin

[Hook]
One is the loneliest number that you ever do
(Lonely, lonely)
Two can be as bad as one, it's the loneliest number since the number one
(Oh, oh)
(Repeat)

[Verse 2: Sherloc]

Laugh out loud, for the win
Rolling on the floor and then I
Stand back at attention did I mention that I'm
Martin's keln?
Know I'm going for the gold
Money's never getting old
If it's ever over throwed
Call me reminiscent
Cock-a-doodle-doing it
I'm in hot pursuit of it
Run up on my nigga I'mma smack you with a catcher's mitt
Yall the type of people that just make me want to crack a whip at
Every single body in the whole entire district
Hot as butter, cool as whip
Throw a punch I'm fenna slip
Running out of lyrics, running out of bullets in my clip
Hurry up I'm fenna dip
Dip it like tortilla chips and
Don't forget that I'm the fricken
Captain of your sink ship
I'm feeling charged up
Like licking a battery, your mad at me
I'm the hottest species in this canopy I
Better be, flyer than a cat with double padded feet
You better take a couple steppings back before I
Clap you see?
Think I'm messed up mentally
No one ever mentions me
You think that I'm just scatting and producing
In your fantasies
Bout to set the game back
Only bout a couples years
Nas and Hov was what you hear
Bumping in that 8-track
Just a bit of "Take that!"
And a bit of gangsta rap
Tired of hearing Tunechi and that
Nigga from the Lakers yap
Grab you by the elbow, spin you til you bring that bass back
Leave you looking like a clunker with your back jacked back

Get it...
Jack, Black...
Yea

[Hook]