Текст песни: The Rhythm Lounge (Intro) + перевод

Ladies and gentlemen

Welcome to the rhythm lounge

I am your host for the evening, Mr. Bitches

Remember there’s only one rule if you’re smoking:

It’s a puff, puff, pass

Two drink minimum

And we want all ladies up front

Please welcome to the stage

The man of the hour

Mr. Joey Cool

This is the rawness

I’m finna make him responsive

I don’t hear nobody nonsense

I’m finna knock him unconscious

I wanna shout out my sponsors

I don’t be rushing the process

I gotta battle with conscience

I don’t be reading them comments

Family know him as Taven E. Johnson

He who created the monster

He who created the concepts

Be on the stage at the concerts

Body polluted with toxins

He got the aura that’s ominous

I gotta get it and run with it

I’m out of balance, I’m weighing my options

Look in my eyes, see this is the ultra

I’m try’na further the culture

I see way too many vultures

They better make 'em a sculpture

I’m overcame with a sofa

Oozing, everytime I be walking I be breaking pavement

I don’t wanna see when it’s over

I’m try’na sit down with Oprah

Alright ladies and gentlemen

It’s time to freshen up your Cognacs

Grab those cigarettes and get ready for more

It’s the man, Swank Master General, Joey Cool

I don’t be cautious

I’m posted up with the bosses

I’ve taken too many losses

I’m marinating the sauces

Anticipating the offers

Somebody told me I lost it

Somebody told me I found it

More like I’m living in love with the city

I’m higher than you could imagine

You might see me in the cabin

You might see me in the lake house

You might see me in a mansion

You merking me on a day when I’m ready to fight

And I’m barely a savage

I don’t know nothing but average

Hurdles that you couldn’t fathom

I’m from the city of fountains

I’m in here moving these mountains

She got an ass like a stallion

I swear that booty be bouncing

They said that hip-hop is dead

Well, maybe it’s lost

Whatever, I found it

Niggas I run with be papered up

Look at the money they’re counting

C, double O to the L

People be knowing me well

Swanky Sinatra, I’m here

I won’t allow me to fail

I’m operating the train

Never will I be derailed

They told me I wouldn’t make it

I said whatever to now

Thank you all for coming out and joining us here at the rhythm lounge

I am Mr. Bitches

It’s been a pleasure being with you tonight

The man, the Swank Master General

Swank Sinatra, himself, Joey Cool

Don’t forget to take care of your waitresses and bartenders on the way out

And fellas, don’t worry about your girl, she’s in good hands

You’re more than welcome to leave

Thanks for coming out

And we out this bitch

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