Текст песни: Amateur Night at Nunu's, Pt. 2 + перевод

Yeah so, uh the Gulf War

Who won that anyway, Tiger Woods?

Alright, here we go

Dear Mr. Postman

I am rap caviar

Serve me with toast, fam

I’m about to blow up

On the coast where the

Gang signs go up

And every Friday night

All these white girls throw up

Nose all snowed up

Yeah so my wife and I

We waited to have sex

Until we were married

We’re huge procrastinators

I told the gang

Meet at 7 in the lobby

Flow raw

Served with sake bomb

Ginger, and wassabi

Shout out to soccer moms

That think I packed the Swami

And shoot it for the Bucks

Like Giannis in Milwaukee

Everyone’s against public breast feeding

Put a baby on a set of boobs

And it’s disgusting all of a sudden

Guys are so shallow, yeah?

First time I was scared to clean my plate

But now I’m tryn' put the game on the first 48

Forget San Andreas, I’mma make 'em shake

Kid friendly, and I still cook 'em

I’m the Easy-Bake

People hear you’re Nigerian

And they have an African story

Like my neighbor’s like

«Oh Nigeria, huh?

My mechanic, his wife is from Egypt

So, Africa.»

What does that have to do with

Alright, goodnight

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