The H.A.W.G.S. - The Boy Shorts [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: B-Soopa]

She wanna be the one but one is a lonely ass number
I'm the type to hit it won't hit you up til' next summer... damn
Now she blowin' up my phone like Pear Harbor fuses
Give me more head then the razor that your barber uses

Ex girls got relationships twisted up
Got hella hoes, that's hella reasons not to give a fuck
Vanity always seems to make the world spin
& bad bitches always make the worst girlfriends

& if you didn't know that you prolly ain't fly enough
If I never smoked you out that means you don't come by enough
She a ridah, just like Rosa Parks was
Car is all white like the front of Rosa Parks' bus

Seats is all leather, first & third letter
The windows rolled up, I can't be feelin' no better
This the shit that make you wanna pop the sunroof
These days I be feelin' like I'm gun-proof

I'm glad you made it now I can gon' cross your name off
I got a dirty mind, you can be my brainwash
Don't know her race but her waistline is finish line
Tall glass of water & you know I gotta finish mine

You used to love me in the past, now it's clearly hate
You gave me head, then seven digits like a yearly wage
Then I got ghost like a muthafucka haunted you
Baby I woulda said sumn' if I really wanted you

We both young but we should be actin' a lil' older
Police the bra strap, make it pull over to the shoulder
You say you hate me but I can't make sense of it
Because to truly hate somthin', you once musta loved it

[Verse 2: J-Dub]

She come thru, & always got a swisher
Number two, but she plays the one like Derrick Fisher
Don't wear watches because the time don't matter
She don't mind givin' cuz it's mind over matter

She tell me get it, tell you quit it, She don't tell but tell who wit it
Tell you didn't, & she tell me I'm the man, but tell you different
I'm a menace, cheifn' Grimace, deep in Venice, Teachn' tennis
Barely start when we finish, he's so fresh that he replenish

Niggas barely grind, like Tony Hawk on the half pipe
Now I'm push to shine just like a finger on a flashlight
& the same goes for the hoes that don't act right
How you see our future when you can't remember last night?

Say she don't recall when she would never would acknowledge me
Now I got a following of different bitches modeling
Take her to the house then kick her out when she swallow me
Then wake up to that txt like "damn why you unfollow me?"

There's an attitude, the quickest way to solve em'
I subtract her from the team if she's adding to the problem
That's what happens when she payin' for my visits
Yea you payin' for her meals, I just pay her no attention

I'm waitin' on that money & it better come in stacks
I can tell her I don't want it if it doesn't come in black
Gotta settle for the yellow with the leather on the seat
So while I pedal to the metal, suckas pedal on the street

[Verse 3: P.Butta]

See I some-what care but I don't give a fuck a lot
That's probably from the weed & the fact I fuck a lot
Old white tee, doubled up on gym shorts
Socks black, with my half Mexican broad of course

She lacin' me with shit even though she has a kid
He's laced too so you know she's on her shit
She's not a ho & she's not trickin' either
Just a college girl that loves jean shorts & wife-beaters

Brand new red lace panties hidin' underneath em'
I'd be lyin if I didn't wanna keep em
Beyond a good listener, when I see her I want to kiss her
Hands me a bag of weed... P.S. papers & swishers

Rolled me up two, one now & one for later
So sexy, as I smoke she works on her paper
Then it's fuck a paper, now I'm deep inside her
She don't like to be on top but I know that she's a ridah

Pussy so good I would arrest it
We so protected, now she's asleep naked
Lit up money as I rub on her assets
Next morning dreamin' when I'm gunna hit that ass next

But it didn't last that long
Which would probably be the reason for my verse on this song... hold on
But it didn't last that long
I wonder if she'll still fuck with me after this song