The Cool Quest - Good Lookin' [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
It's much darker this time nigga
God nigga
I ain't rap in fuckin' months my nigga
My voice deeper and shit so you know it's real
Aight....good lookin'
Turn me up a little bit nigga
Not in reality, I'm just being a rapper

[Verse 1: The Cool Quest]
Sex drugs and on the dole
I'm so fly I got a dot on Air Traffic Control
I'm so high on the block, in the air you smell the dro
Blow, I'm ready, my semi technically broken
But still spit steady
Open your back up, Black, what?
You don't want it
Gotta see a man about a dog, don't flaunt it
Tarnished remnants of a generation
Fuck juice, I drink Vodka and Henny chase it
South Bronx Carmelo, Othello, Magellan
Drag racin' BM's on Pelham late night
Bustin' out the window with a shotty, don't spray right
Pay or play, catch me baggin' bitches at your wake service
I hate tourists, you're a foreigner to my style
My block, my bitches, I'm a God of this
Finding shit within my soul to make you cringe when it spins
But find your self spinning it again

[Hook: The Cool Quest]
And again and again and again and again
Again and again and again and again nigga
Told y'all niggas I'm God in this bitch yo
Again and again and again and again

[Verse 2: The Cool Quest]
It's mortal combat
But fuck it these wombats got you dizzy my nigga, remind that
Naysayers take a walk to the Hudson River, jump pon dat
My verbals is hurtful, I'm not tryna be Kendrick
I make him look like Urkel, so call me Stefan
Shoutout to the ho nigga that killed my moms
I catch you it's on
I'ma give you a pound, be like "it's fly"
I'll fly you outta town, to hear my new tracks
Make sure that fucker hits the ground
I ain't mad no more, forget it
I came to get lifted
Snitches get pictures printed out
Bodies lifted with extended clips out the Mag
I ain't gangsta, but pictures I paint you
About the type of life I came from
My first words was "body" and "bag"
I reversed em, I bag bodies now
I shag hotties now
Still on Section 8, bout to sign my first deal
So y'all can't say you can't relate
Listen how I spill

[Hook]

[Verse 3: The Cool Quest]
Met a real bad bitch on Fordham tonight
She the type of chick I walk down Fordham Road with
Good lookin' on the herb, my nigga Dru got it, word
Get blasted with Travis, two ghetto bastards
Puttin' on for Wash
Movin' out the Staten, but I'm still Uptown God
Shout out to my niggas from Bronxwood to Gerard
Whippin' round thorough
Shit is grimy in the grimiest of boroughs, you heard though
Sippin' Loko with locos
Dolo, Manolo
Polo boxers and ninas
Sell dope in front of the cleaners
Then take the D train to SoHo and get cleaner
Heads boppin' I see it, believe it
We get the block looking like movie scenes
Of ghetto ass decadence
Washington nigga, we wreckin' shit
4th Quarter still the move
That's how I groove, again and again and uh uh

[Hook]