Rent Mel — Rent Mel Funk song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Rent Mel Funk" by Rent Mel.
Lyrics
Ya ya ya ya, mester jeg ska' vise dig
En knægt der smugler weed ind i klubben i sin sneaker
Som drikker for mange pilsner
Går i byen for score, men jeg ender med at freestyle
Kommer i arresten for at rippe baren
Hvor spiller pik til jeg får en gips arm
Jeg chiller med en flask' gin
Kronisk blackout, hvis jeg heldig får jeg en black en
Jeg snakker lort til jeg mister pusten
Men jeg kan ikk' sig' jeg ikk' har kneppet en tøs der gusten
Gemt kødbenet i busken
One night stand gælder ikk, hvis man ikk ka husk' den
De skal ikk regnes, når jeg har
Ka du kald mig your highness
Yo, hvis i ikk har råd til pladen skal der splejses
Så jeg ka få nogle penge for at sig' noget ignorant pis
Der' vist ikk' rigtig nogen, der ka hamle op med det Rent Mel Funk (funk)
De snakker her, og de snakker der, men fuck hvad de snakker om
Jeg lærer bartenderen hvordan man mixer drinks
Og gi’r hende drikkepenge for at rist' en Prince
Hende jeg danser med er fucking fine og
Vild med mine moves til bump n grind
Alle på dansegulvet syns jeg' åndssvag
Men jeg mad stiv, og tror jeg' John Travolta
Jeg tror selv jeg kommer til at stik en pik i
En innercity version af miss Piggy
Jeg ignorer de piger der ikk' er fuck up
Fokuserer på den samme ting som sir Mix-a-lot
Folk glor, ikk fordi det rør mig
Jeg ka' li maxi røv og mini skørter
Gi’r dem Long Island ice tea til de ørler
Siger kun til dem hvad der i hvis de spørg mig
Fester, drikker, tænder de lyn
Vælter rundt og er flænset i byen
Der' vist ikk' rigtig nogen, der ka hamle op med det Rent Mel Funk (funk)
De snakker her, og de snakker der, men fuck hvad de snakker om
Lyrics translation
Ya ya ya ya Ya Master I'm gonna show you
A kid who smuggles weed into the club in his sneaker
Who drinks too many lager
Going out for score, but I end up freestyle
Coming to the brig to rip the bar
How to play Dick until I get a plaster arm
I'm chilling with a bottle of ' gin
Chronic blackout if I get lucky I get a black one
I talk shit till I lose my breath
But I can't say I haven't fucked a girl that sallow
Hidden the flesh bone in the Bush
One night stand does not apply if you do not remember it
They should not be counted when I have
Can you call me your highness
Yo, If you can't afford the record, it's gonna have to be spliced
So I can get some money to say some ignorant shit
I don't think anyone can catch up with the Pure flour Funk (funk)
They talk here, and they talk there, but fuck what they talk about
I teach the bartender how to mix drinks
And tip her for grating a Prince
The one I dance with is fucking fine and
Crazy about my moves to bump n grind
Everybody on the dance floor, I look stupid
But I Food stiff, and I think' John Travolta
I think I'm gonna stick a dick in myself
An innercity version of miss Piggy
I ignore the girls who aren't fuck up
Focusing on the same thing as sir Mix-a-lot
People are staring, not because it touches me
I like maxi ass and mini skirts
Give them Long Island Ice tea for those puffs
Only say to them what's in if they ask me
Parties, drinks, they turn on lightning
Tumbling around torn up in the city
I don't think anyone can catch up with the Pure flour Funk (funk)
They talk here, and they talk there, but fuck what they talk about