Представляем точный текст композиции "Last Day" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Little Brother . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Last Day» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Little Brother передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Little Brother - "Last Day"
Lyrics to Last Day : [Phonte:] You know... Im dedicate this back to the days where I was workin in the Department store, youknowhatImsayin' Before this rap shit popped off and all that I was this lil nigga workin in the deparment store And you know workin there You see all kinds of things all kinds of races You see they behavior, dont get offended at this track Im an equal opportunity racist, I hate all yall From my man, Mick Boogie Im retails nightmare, young black and just dont give a fuck; I just want my discount, give it up Twenty percent off of all slacks and all clothes I just took this job just to spice up my wardrobe So I come in every morning and Im walkin a tight rope Smile at the management, wave at the white folks (Hi, Bob!) Gotta meet a quota, but I dont know how And all these broke motherfuckers just tellin me the browsin Till around eleven, thats when you see the soccer moms Spendin they husbands money, thats how they roll up Got three little girls, steady fuckin up my store And an eight year old, still ridin in a stroller Around one, the Mexicans come in the store Coppin all the shit that rocked five summers ago (Yeah, homes!) They gotta be the realest niggaz alive Buy 400 dollars woth of Nautica and pay for it in fives Around six or seven, thats when you see the blacks The girls wit big booties that rock they work badges They walk through your store just to get to the food court They aint buyin shit, homie, aint no need to ask em Around closin, thats when you see the Indians You thinkin too yourself, theyre "oh, so nice" Well the fact is, dog, you a nigga to them too They in there like (Excuse me, my friend, what is the price') Nigga, the price says ten, so that means ten brother Dont try to talk me down, homie, this aint Calcutta (What' Id like to see the manager) Nigga I am the manager Dont make me act a fool for these motherfuckin cameras They call me in the office like "Im sorry Mr. Coleman" But your behavior is not befiting of this store So I say "I got my fall clothes already, todays my last day FUCK YALLS Thats just how it went down, man, I swear to god, yo And nigga, dont think the nigga didnt get the nice polos and shit Before he walked out, though, dont think he ain get them Dont think he aint get 20% off the fly timbs and shit Dont think he aint get them, 20% wit a 50% mark down, nigga For real, dont think he aint get that, cuz he damn, sure got it I swear the god man, I hope this rap shit go on and on I hope it gone, cuz I swear I dont ever wanna go back to that shit no more Im not lyin, Im so sincere, I never wanna go back Cuz its like all the jobs that I quit I know my managers is waitn for me to come back Sayin, I know they waitin to rub it in my face So if I came back, them motherfuckers would probably Be rappin at me and shit, you know what Im sayin All in my face and shit "Oh, cant stop, wont stop, nigga you back I thought you were rappin, what happened to that' Your album flopped, nigga, now your ass is back" You know what Im sayin, you those white folks be, knamsayin' The comapny picnic, they want you to be they entertainment and shit "Oh, Phonte he raps, he doest the rap thing! Come on up here, do this rap for corporate!" FUCK, YALL and FUCK corporate I aint tapdancin for you crackers! Fuck this shit! I hope this album sells Cuz I dont wanna go back to that Please but this album, GetBack, 2007 Little Brother, Mick Boogie, Phontiga, oh! [ Last Day Lyrics ]
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