Voli - DNA [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse:
I'm here just chillin with my Brooklyn Lager
In the W-Burg feelin like Big Poppa
Got the tri-state open and i'm all up inside her
I hit it so sweet like I shatter piñata, uh
Rebel got the pedal to the medal
James Dean with a little more melanin in him
18, I was a fat boy, shy, chubby black boy
Lyrically in crazy ass shape like a trapezoid
College had me drinkin like a frat boy, weed got me paranoid
So when my roommate would hit the cannabis, I would listen to Canibus working on my rap voice
Yah know? I'm illy, Pink Floyd meets biggie
All I need is art, a good woman, and neat whisky
Honey's a freak, I'm a geek, be unique wit me
Ey whats your DNA like? Leave them jeans wit me, she said

Chorus:
I got that rebel in my DNA
But they don’t believe me
I got that rebel in my DNA
I’m crazy, release me
I got that rebel in my DNA
But they don’t believe me
I got that rebel in my DNA
I’m crazy, you see, ahhhh

Post-Chorus:
Boom, I’m chillin with my Brookln Lager
Ballin old school like a Brooklyn Dodger
We get smashed, only need a few dollars
Rebel at heart, so my DNA got it
What you know about that, huh? What you know about that, huh?
What you know about that, huh?


Verse Two:
What? Oh, right now?
Ok, ah, death before dishonor
I can't afford to sleep, I don't own pajamas
I'm a problem to the death (debt,) homie call up Obama, whew
Never gave a fruck about it, call it platonic, whew
Went a couple degrees since I got out of college
But my credit looking shitty, my wallet got a colonic, whew
Bang bang bang, see we shook up the times
Feelin so rare, let we cook up and dine
Turn up your flat line, if we give up, we die
Put up ya lighters, let we lift up, get high
New Jersey devil, so a brother ice cold
But if I came to your city, I’d put a flame to your city
Won't chase her, but I'm Voli, so your dame wanna sip me, you know

Chorus/Pre-Chorus

Birdge:
Gavidia, run through it, uh
Gavidia run through it, uh
Gavidia run through it

Let's put the pyramids to shame, darling
Pisa's got nuthin on my lean, darlin
Let’s cut the heads off all these kings, darlin
And bring this planet to its knees, darlin
Chorus 2X