Waka Flocka Flame - Banned From The Club [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]

Can't follow no nigga I ain't never meet my pops
Red dots all on him he done think he had the chicken pox
Beef, I nicknamed it chaz put lil bruh on you then you know that's your ass
Closed caskets little dumb mother fucker
Flexing ice, throwing bands, catch me at the rucker
Money talk nigga, call me Chris Tucker
Run up on me then you a dead mother fucker
You know my company Bricksquad Monopoly
They love our fucking swag why these pussies copy me
All in VIP im trying to smoke about a key
He can say anything don't put your hands on me

[Hook]

We banned from the club, security guards scared
Bands on your head couple bands you be dead [x2]
I got bands and bands and bands on me
Grams and grams and grams on me
Strapped up I got that blam on me
Dare nare nigga put they hands on me. [x2]

[Verse 2: Yung Joey]

... rubberbands don't fit
That's your girl I'll take that bitch
... on a scale of one to ten rate that bitch
Send her back to your ass with a new bag and a new swag
Have her talking back and shit like you did now you mad
Sour d, im feeling good
Squad on deck, I wish a nigga would
Get your drama like the dj
Take turns stompin on that ass like a relay
Im getting head on the freeway
Bad yellow thing bobbin her head like a dj
Yeah, this pimpin shit is easy
Im poppin bro we popular them bitches do what we say

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Slim Dunkin]

Drinks of the pink, can't think on that stink
Back to back swishers eyes low when I blink
Blowin' dojer on the dolo, ain't posing for no photo
Keep a bad bitch humpback quazimoto
Solo in the photo scrap with a 44
Nigga jump stupid knock the horse off your polo
Bullets bouncing, pogo. Rob me that's a no go
Nigga this the squad, flocka flame, and lil jo jo

[Hook]