H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA Was herbin' em in the home o' the turbans Got it dirt cheap for them ---------------------------------------------- HからO VからA VAでshizzleのために僕のnizzleがドリヴルで下がったりするのは 家でそれらにherbin'してo' the turbansだよ だから汚くて安っぽいの手に入れようよ
Straight off the fuckin streets of C-P-T 真っ直ぐじゃないコンプトンのクソったれな道
King of the beats you ride to em in your Fleet (Fleetwood) or Coupe DeVille rollin on dubs ビートの王、お前は鳩を巻き込みながら(?)、 FleetかCoupe Devilleの(アメ車)の中でビートに乗る。
How you feelin whoopty=whoop nigga whut? お前は、はしゃぐニガをどう感じる?(?)
Dre and Snoop chronic'ed out in the 'llac with Doc in the back, sippin on 'gnac (yeah) ドレとスヌープはキャデラック(?)の中で、後ろに居るドックと クロニックを完全に吸い、'gac(何の略か不明)をちびちび飲む(イエー)
Clip in the strap, dippin through hoods (what hoods?) ストラップの中のクリップ(ギャング)(?)、近所のいたる所に浸る(?)(何の近所?) Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood! コンプトン、ロングビーチ、イングルウッド! South Central out to the Westside (wessyde) ウエストサイドを離れてサウスセントラルへ(ウェサーイ)
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA Was herbin' em in the home o' the turbans Got it dirt cheap for them Plus if they was short wit' cheese I would work wit' them Boy and we...got rid of that dirt for them Wasn't born hustlers I was burpin' em
わけわかりません・・・気にせず次へ H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo' sheezy my neezy keep my arms so greasy Can't leave rap alone the game needs me Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain't easy Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me Therefore he doesn't exist So poof...vamoose son of a b****
Top Dogg, bite em all, nigga burn the shit up D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin back up And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up Thug niggaz drug dealers yeah they givin it up Lowlife, yo' life, boy we livin it up Takin chances while we dancin in the party fo' sho' Slip my hoe a forty-fo' and she got in the back do' Bitches lookin at me strange but you know I don't care
ちょっと再開。先生っ、わかりません! Holla at me... I do this for my culture To let 'em know what a n**** look like...when a n**** in a roaster Show 'em how to move in a room full 'o vultures Industry shady it need to be taken over Label owners hate me I'm raisin' the status quo up I'm overchargin' n***** for what they did to the Cold Crush Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hold us We can talk, but money talks so talk mo' bucks
[Nas talking] ("Fuck Jay-Z") What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog You, what? ("Fuck Jay-Z") You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga ("Fuck Jay-Z") =================================================== [銃声]
What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog You, what? を日本語スラングで訳すなら。 おう、どうよ。おめぇ−、俺の事なんか話しちゃいねぇよなぁ− あ?なんだ、おらぁ−。 NASの口調を聞いてないから確かじゃないけどこんな感じかな、と。
[talking] (I...will...not...lose) "God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already The king is back, where my crown at? (Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas
Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother You traded your soul for riches My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it You seem to be only concerned with dissin women Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly? Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildin Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers All I did was gave you a style for you to run with Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic? Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy? Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
BROLIC: -adj. Larger than life. "Brolic is something that is real huge. It's almost bigger than life itself. When you can't get no bigger...it's like you just 'brolic' right now."
ということで再開 You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic? Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy? Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
夜食食って再開 Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after? Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas? Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat Compared to Beans you wack And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame You ass, went from Jaz to hangin with Caine, to Herb, to Big And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit You a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attention Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips? Wanted to be on every last one of my classics You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss
Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage One nigga front, my face on the front page Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib One God to show me how to do things his son did Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with151, one sip'll make a nigga flip Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin shit Mad violence who I'm gon' body, this hood politicsAckowledge it, leave bodies chopped in garbages Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us {*siren*} roll up and try knockin us One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken Richochetin between the spots that I'm hidin in Blackin out as I shoot back, fuck gettin hit! [more sirens] This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it 'til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon Sip from the star sun and the moon In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors IF YOU REALLY THINK YOU READY TO DIE, WITH NINES OUT THIS IS WHAT NAS IS BOUT, NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!
風が鳴いている 雨が降りしきり 血走った眼 胸の鼓動が高鳴る 灯りは消えゆき 世界は暗闇の中 地面は揺れ動き 犬たちも吠えることを忘れる 空には偉大な光が差し 夜にうごめくものの身を燃やし尽くす (悲鳴)子供のような声で泣き叫び 独り沈痛な死を迎えるのを恐れている 笑うんじゃない lest a innocent (?) chile The power of god is gonna get to be your tal (?). 上物のトビのように放て スランプの中で取込め ha ha 胸の中で感じろ 世界を言葉で支配し 子供たちの群を導く 積みあがって行くのがわかるぜ もう爆発しそうなんだ 俺は十字路に差しかかっている
[Mos Def] かわいいあの子の瞳のように黒く ムスリムの着けるベールのように黒く 奴らの恐れるあの惑星のように黒く なんで怖がってんだ? 俺達をここに在らしめることになった奴隷船のように黒く Black like the cheeks that are roadways for tears that leave black faces well traveled with years 暗殺者のワイヤより黒く 爺さんのひじ掛けいすより黒い 彼はそこで休むことなどなかった この生は戦争だから 戦争だから
訳してみたのはいいけどやっぱ良くわからんわ。 文化の違いもそうだけど、全体でひとつの謎かけみたいなもんではないかな。 rootsのthe love of my lifeって曲ではcommonが ヒップホップとそれに関わる黒人達を比喩を交えて描いてるんだけど わかんないひとは「女を犯してどうたらこうたら」って全然だと思うし。
>>237-240 nas is like 訳ありがとう!(依頼のとき名前入れ忘れてました。) でもなんか不思議というか謎というか、恐らくもともと訳解んないリリックなんだろうね 散文詩ってどっかに書いてあったし。nasじゃなかったら笑ってしまうようなのもあるし。 でもnasだからなんか凄いもののように感じるよね。
Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice cream man is coming!)
Yo honey-dips, summertime, fine Jheri drippin See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens how you're clickin I catch shootin strong notes as we got close She rocked rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule They call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean's Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right true Lazy eyeball, small piece, six shoe Caramel complexion, breath smellin like cinnamon Excuse me hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again God damn, backyard's bangin like a Benz-y If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spudz McKenzie I'm high powered put Adina Howard to sleep Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but uhh Back to you Maybelline Queen let's make a team You can have anything in this world except CREAM So whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do? Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu
Shaolin's finest, whattup Boo, peace your highness Yo I'm loungin, big dick style, y'all niggaz is the flyest Moves you're making too fly jewels are shaking not a rape patient, you're looking good fly colored Asian Ghettoes, them is your hometown, we can go the whole round After that, I'm shootin downtown I'm rockin hats and you wig is all intact Who's that queen bee chick, eyes curly black Freaks be movin in fly sneaks Two finger rings and gold teeth, and ain't afraid to hold heat So when I step in the square dear You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, ven aqui yeah
ってことになりますね。 あまり意味はなく、スヌープが言い出して流行した for sizzle my nizzle ( for sure my nigga ) っていうフレーズで使われてるみたいに、韻を踏まないフレーズにリズムをつけるとか、 ただ単にあまりイジりようのない単語で遊んでみるとか、深い意味合いは無いものと思われます。
beatnutsなんですけど、 When I'm in New York, you know what I wanna hear [Yeah you get props over here] Com' on, out in Cali, you know what I wanna hear [Yeah you get props over here] When I'm down in Detroit, you know what I wanna hear [Yeah you get props over here] Now when I'm out in Philly, you know what I wanna hear [Yeah you get props over here]
DJ: This is radio K-EAZY-E. Hi, this is Greg Mac. Mac Attack And we're gonna go to the phones right now and find out what's goin' on. Hello, who is this ?) (Caller1: Yo, what's up ? This is Lorenzo Patterson) (Caller1: I'm callin' from Compton and I wanna hear Eazy E's new record) (DJ: What's it called man ?) (Caller1: Yo, it's called "Radio") (DJ: We got it, you called the right station. And here it is)
Eazy E rockin' non stop on the radio with the funky fresh hip hop in stereo Release some rhymes that you will find demandin' with Dre's beats that are so out standin' I'm gettin' busy if you know what I mean Always settin' me a mark in the hip hop scene On the radio the greatest of all times like Mohammed Ali cause I punch rhymes So tune your station, and clear all the static and tell the truth: you didn't know that I had it in me, to be easy about the situation So just kick it and listen to the station playin' my music, it's hard to lose it It's constantly on request cause you choose it I'm Eazy E, my rap is strong (and your radio's def when my record's on LL Cool J)
(chorus) (You wanna know why...because... I'm on the... Radio (echo)
(Dr.Dre: Yeah, ruthless radio is in effect, Dr.Dre and Yella boy is in ya system. And right about now we got Eazy E and MC Ren in the studio takin' calls. So give'em a call and ask'em how they're doin']
(ring) Hello, this is Eazy E. What's your name ? (Caller2: Hi, this is Joyce. I'd like to know if I can have your phone number ?) Yes, it's 9-7-5... (click)
Now I wanna turn up my box, and make much noise and rock the party and shock all the B-boys Take on my radio from phono to tuner I wouldn't have did it, later but sooner Now I move my antenna to the center then grab a hold of the handle and then bust a rhyme, you know I won't quit it Am I lyin', Ren ? (MC Ren: Man, you know you're witty) Your request is clear, that you're givin' Without Eazy E you wouldn't be livin' with me on a top 10, or a mix show So hit your power button, and let's go on vacation, with your station that's playin' live in every location Blowin' out ya speaker it won't get weaker I'll keep rockin' till I hit the peek And your station is dope E-A-Z-Y It's on the air, but you axe why I took out the cursin', and took rehearsin' I feel dry, you know that I'm thirstin' to get busy; I don't quit it and once you hear my cut, I know you're gonna get it Then bust a rhyme, while you're clappin' your hands It's Eazy E on the air rockin' without a band (chorus)
(DJ: You're on the radio, on K-EAZY-E, with Greg Mac. Don't forget to join us this friday night live, we'll be jammin' it uptown with my homeboys Eazy E, of course, N.W.A. and the whole Compton posse. Can't make it out but, hey, stay eazy, and stay it on K-EAZY-E... with more...radio)
連続投稿なので待ってました。続き Now disc jockeys are playin' me in rotation hittin' number one spots across the nation I'm on the charts, you can go list'em but now listen, I'm on your system AM or FM, I'm in power You hear my music once every hour So listen up to the rhyme and percussion but do this with no discussion Eazy's easin' fans I'm pleasin' Why, I'm on top yo, I got reason With no profanity, but what can I say Yo Dre (Dr.Dre: What up ?) Do it your way On the radio you get more looser Take my word you're a dope producer We combine to put out hits but jealous people, they just have fits cause we get airplay, but we're not thru Dre, am I serious ? [Dr.Dre: Cold word] Well thank you Dr.Dre: Cold word] Well thank you ! People that hear me, they know what I'm sayin On the air, I don't be playin' Just gettin' my point across to the public Rhymin' on the radio, that's my subject I can play (rock), but I prefer (hip hop) It's Eazy E on your radio non stop !
(MC Ren: Yo, this is MC Ren, can you comprehend ? We're for bite just like TNT. Yo, what's the time ?) (Caller3: Hi, my name is Tushie and I'd like to know when I get paid, motha...) (plop) (Dr.Dre: You got ganked...) Hello, you're on the air. What's up ? (Caller4: Hello, we'd like to speak to that cuty pie DJ speed) (DJ Speed: Yo, this is DJ speed. What's up ?) Girls: The joke's on you, Jack ! Hahaha !) (Dr.Dre: Hello, you're on the air) (Caller5: Hey, what's up ? This is Nasty Naz callin' from Seattle) (Dr.Dre: Hey, what's happenin', homeboy ? (Caller6: I'm callin' to be on Eazy E's new record, "Radio") (Dr.Dre:Man, you're late. The record is already on...)
Niggas salute me, bitches salute me The block salute me, the hood salute me You should salute me, they should salute me So fuck who you are I'm the motherfuckin general
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left coz I've been blastin and laughin so long, that even my mama thinks that my mind is gone but I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it me be treated like a punk you know that's unheard of you better watch how you're talking, and where you're walking or you and your homies might be lined in chalk I really hate to trip but i gotta, loc As I Grow I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like on my knees in the night, saying prayers in the streetlight been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
Everytime I wanna go get a fuckin brew I gotta go down to the store with the two oriental one-penny countin motherfuckers that make a nigga made enough to cause a little ruckus Thinkin every brother in the world's out to take So they watch every damn move that I make They hope I don't pull out a gat and try to rob they funky little store, but bitch, I got a job ("Look you little Chinese motherfucker I ain't tryin to steal none of yo' shit, leave me alone!" "Mother-fuck you!") Yo yo, check it out So don't follow me, up and down your market Or your little chop suey ass'll be a target of the nationwide boycott Juice with the people, that's what the boy got So pay respect to the black fist or we'll burn your store, right down to a crisp And then we'll see ya! Cause you can't turn the ghetto - into Black Korea
If I feel off tomorrow would you still love me? If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me? If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century, Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?
[50 Cent - singing] New York City! You are now rapping... with 50 Cent You gotta love it... I just wanna chill and twist the lye Catch stunts in my 7-45 You drive me crazy shorty I Need to see you and feel you next to me I provide everything you need and I Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry Got some questions that I got to ask and I Hope you can come up with the answers babe
[Nate Dogg ] Girl... it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl... it's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl...
[50 Cent] If I fell off tomorrow would you still love me? If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me? If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century could I count on you to be there to support me mentally? If I went back to a hooptie from a Benz would you poof, and disappear, like some of my friends? If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side? If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride? I'd get out and peel a nigga cap, you chill and drive I'm askin questions to find out how you feel inside If I ain't rap cause I flipped burgers at Burger King would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin me? In the bed if I used my tongue, would you like that? If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back? Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap And we could go do what you like, I know you like that
[50 Cent] Now would you leave me if your father, found out I was thuggin? Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm lovin? Are you mad cause I'm askin you 21 questions? Are you my soulmate? Cause if so, girl you're a blessin Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams? I'm staring at ya trying to figure how you got in them jeans If I was down would you say things to make me smile? I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see and when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me would you believe me, or up and leave me? How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone? We only humans girl we make mistakes To make it up I'll do whatever it take I love you like a fat kid love cake You know my style, I'll say anything to make you smile
I swear to tell the truth and nothin' but the truth... おれは決して真実以外話さないと誓う so help me GOD 神様勇気をください I just felt like tellin' the story of my life こう思うよ…この話…おれの人生 Felt like, maybe somebody could be inspired, you know? きっと誰かを触発できると思うんだ。そうだろ? We all feel pain, we all go through things おれたちは痛みを味わう。なんとかやり過ごす But it's time to overcome all that だけど、打ち勝つ時が来た
If your plane crashed in the water and everybody died もしも飛行機が水の中に墜落して周りの人が皆死んだら would you drown on purpose or try to survive? 君はわざと溺れるか?それとも生き抜こうとするか?
I was born handicapped my arm wouldn't move 生まれた時、おれの腕は動かなかった They called me a cripple pops caught an attitude みんなは不自由だと言い、父はなんでもないって態度 Beat my moms smoked lye drove trucks 父は母を殴り、流産させた My moms had a miscarriage, he didn't give a fuck 家に帰った途端、母を殴った He sniffed some coke, come home コカインをやって家に帰って来て、 Beat up on my moms cause she's talkin on the phone その時、母が電話中だったからだ
All I ever wanted おれが望むもの全て (all I ever needed) 求め続けた全て All I ever needed... was a father 欲しかったのは... 父さん (was a father) 父親なんだ
Moms got tired of the beatings said, "Yo, we got to go" 母は疲れ果てて言った。"ねぇ…出て行くわ" Packed up her bags we bounced out the do' カバンに荷物を詰めておれたちは出て行く She said, "I ain't takin these whippin's no mo' 彼女は言った。"もうムチ打たれるのはたくさん。 I wanna live to see my little Todd grow" 私は生きてこの子が育つのを見たい" I remember tear drops on my pops face おれは父が涙を流したのを覚えている Lookin down at me standin on the staircase 階段から身を乗り出し、階下にいるおれを見つめていた Makes me wonder why he act so ugly, you feelin' me? なぜこの人があんなむごいことをするんだろう… この気持ち、君にわかるか? (I'm feelin' you) (おれには君がわかる)
My pops got drunk when me and my moms bounced 父は酔っておれと母の前に現れた Swigged some Jack Dan', sniffed up a ounce ジャックダニエルをガブ飲みしてコカインまでも Grabbed the shotty left Long Isle for Queens 銃をひっつかんでロングアイランドからクィーンズに Possesed by a demon... a devil it seemed 悪鬼がとりついたみたいに…悪魔に思えた I was too young to understand the risk 危険を理解するにはあまりにも幼すぎたおれ when moms come home off the midnight shift 夜勤明けで家に帰ってきた母 She turned around heard the shotgun click 彼女は、ショットガンのガチャッという音に振り返る My pops said, "You think that you could leave me?" 父は言った。"俺と別れるつもりか?" He blasted my moms in the back 彼は背中から母を撃った She fell down screamin' I can't forget that 崩れ落ち叫ぶ母…忘れられない My grandfather tried to close the do' おじいちゃんが止めに入ろうとしたら He got shot ten times in the stomach yo, for real お腹を十発撃たれた…本当なんだ
All I ever wanted おれが望むもの全て (all I ever needed) 求め続けた全て All I ever needed... was a father 欲しかったのは父親 (was a father) 本当の"父親" Was a father "父親"だ (That's all) それが全て
My head was spinnin, おれは錯乱した I had never seen blood 血なんて見たこともなかった Four years old, this don't feel like love たった四歳だったのに、愛なんてどこにもなかった Anyway, pops disapeared ――とにかく、父は消えた Grandpops and moms healed up over the years 何年もかかっておじいちゃんと母は回復した This therapist got up in her head その治療医は母の頭に住みついた Led her to believe without him she'd be dead 彼なしでは生きていけないと信じさせた You know, they fell in love with one another そう…彼らは恋に落ちたんだ… Everything seemed right that's word to mother 何もかも順調だと思った until I started gettin beatings everday おれが毎日殴られるようになるまでは
Sometimes for going outside to pray 時々…祈るために外に出る… Late at night on my knees I'd pray 深夜、ひざまずいておれは祈る a young child, wishin' the pain would go away 幼い子供達から、苦しみよ消え失せろ…と
Dad where was you when he made me strip 父はおれを裸にし、 Beat with belts like a slave with a whip 奴隷に対するようにベルトで殴った Kicked me down steps outside in the snow 雪の中に蹴落とした Punched me in the chest stomped me out on the flo' 拳で殴り倒して、床の上で踏みつけた That's just the tip of the iceberg look これは、ほんの氷山の一角に過ぎない It's too long for a song but perfect for a book この話は一曲の中では語りきれないけど 本に書ければ完璧だ Word is bond, that's real baby この言葉はきずなだ。これは本気だ
All I ever wanted おれが望むもの全て (all I ever needed) 求め続けた全て All I ever needed... was a father 欲しかったのは... "父親" (was a father) "父親"だ
Hey ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right and we get it on tonight, You smoke, I smoke, I drink, me too, well good coz we gon get high tonight. Got drops, got Coups, got Trucks, got juice, all right, coz we gon take a ride tonight, So ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right and we gon get it on tonight.
Yo, Now I was downtown clubbin, ladies night, seen shorty she was crazy right, And I approach baby like, Ma, What's your age and type? She looked at me and said use a baby right, I told her, I'm 18 and live a crazy life, Plus I'll tell you what the 80's like and I know what ladies like. Need a man that's polite, listens and takes advice. I could be all three, plus I can lay the pipe, come with me come stay the night. She looked at me laughin, like boy your game is tight, I'm laughin back like show you right. Get in the Car and don't touch nothing, sit in the car, let discuss somethin, Either we lovin or I'll see you tommorow. Now we speeding up the Westside, hand creepin up her left side, I'm ready to do it, Ready to bone, ready for dome, 55th exit, damn, damn, already we home. Now let's get it on.
Now That I got a girl, my ex wanna holla and spit, told me to acknowledge her quick, She like Cam stop frontin on that Dave Hollister tip, come over lets swallow and sip. I'm like momma that's it, I promise you dick, usually have a problem with chicks, They all say I'm rotten and rich, but not her. Booby's real, high heel dooby feel, plus got them Gucci nails, uh, You a cutie still, and this my down girl too, ain't no groupie deal. We left the movies with Uzies, Suzuki wheels, to the Jocose, I tell you my booby's real, I mean she do be winning, luey spinnin, go to the crib she got the Gucci linen. I see booby grinning, she looked and said Cam, I know that you be sinning, Naw, I'm a changed man, look at the range maim, I got a whole new game plan. Looked and said that's nothing but game Cam, she was right; she was up in the Range man. Droped her off at the L, now I'm flippin' the cell, that's right I had to call up L. You L, what up, I hit, what else, plus dome, say word and we got it on tonight.
>>629 ヘイねーちゃん、調子はどうよ、のってけオーライ今夜決めるぜ とびましょう、吸いましょう、飲みましょう、さいこーだっておれたち今夜決めるぜ Got drops, got Coups, got Trucks, got juice, all right, coz we gon take a ride tonight(ここわからん) だからねーちゃん、どうよ、乗ってけオーライ今夜決めるぜ
ヨウおれ今ダウンタウンのクラブにいるのね、レディースナイトね。 見ろよあの女クレイジーね、だろ? そんで声かけてみたのね、こんな感じ「ねーちゃん、いくつ?タイプは?」 彼女はおれを値踏みしてこう言った「use a baby right」(ここわからん) おれは彼女に言った「おれ18歳、クレイジーに生きてる。付け加えるなら、 バブルな80年代って感じ。女が何が好きか知ってる。 教養のある上品な男が要るだろ?話聞けよ、アドバイスを聞け。 I could be all three, plus I can lay the pipe,(ここわからん) 来いよ、おれと今夜一緒に過ごそう。」 彼女は笑っておれを見て、「ボーイ、あんたの口説き方いい感じ」 おれも笑い返して「見せてやるぜ」 車に乗り込み、でも触るのはまだ。シートに座って軽いおしゃべり、
[Fabolous] Baby girl You know my situation And sometimes I know you get impatient But you don't put to on a show to get ovations Take it to court and go through litagations And I respect ya gangsta Treat you like a princess And put something on your neck to thank ya Shes my pinch hitta When the startin lineup aint playin right I come off the bench wit her It might sound like I'm gassin ya But it took time to get from the back seat to the passenger We been creepin and sneakin Just to keep it from leakin We so deep in our freakin That we don't sleep on the weekend Wifey A little bit uptight Wonderin why I comin home in the middle of the night It'll be alright if ya'll bump heads it'll be a fight But i said it'll be alright
[Chorus - lil mo] I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (lone)
And I know I'm livin' wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (lone) And I know I live and grown? But I can't let ya go
[Fabolous] You aint ever step out of line Or get out a pocket So I made sure canary sent out your locket To protect you, I'll get out and cock it And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket Oh, you gonna play dumb if cops do come through I gotta keep the top up if my drop do come through But I know the boutiques and shops you run through So Icop her one, and cop you one too You always get a daily page, weekly ring Plus you aint too shy to do them freaky things I aint gotta put a band on your finger Or worry about you tellin the whole world I'm your man while on Springer At first you were somethin I denied Something I would slide Just to do somethin in the ride But shorty There's something you provide 'cause the entré ain't as good without somethin on the side
[Fabolous] Uh oh, i might be leavin the earth soon My girl gonna kill me if she smells the scent of your perfume Its gonna be a clitt toss if I go back With stains of your lip gloss on my throwback She wont care if im a platinum rapper If she catch me with an empty magnum wrapper So keep it on the down low call the car celly You seen what happened with Mr. Big and R Kelly
[Lil Mo] You know I care for you Anytime this chick is there for you Feelings im'ma share wit you Which makes it a Lil Mo clear for you
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot" They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
woh-woh yea, eh yo timbland its the jump off right here man, woh-woh-woh it's queen bee it's the jump off
[Verse 1] I been gone for a minute now im back at the jump off {JUMP OFF} Goons in the club in case something jump off I'm back up for the high for the pump off In the graveyard is where you get dumped off All we wanna do is party {WOO} And by everybody at the bar barcardi {WOO} Black barbie dressed in bulgari {OW} I'm tryna leave in somebodies ferrari {ERRR} Spread love thats what a real ma do Keep it gangsta look out for her people I'm the wicked bitch of the east ya betta keep the peace {EH YO} Or out come the beast We the best there still room for improvement My prescence is felt like a black panther movement 7 quarter to 8 to back to back {BACK TO BACK} sittin on chromes seven times platnium
[Hook] This is for my peeps with the Bentleys the Hummers the Benz Escalade 23 inch rims Jumpin out the Jaguar wit the Tims Keep you're bread up And live good East coast West coast worldwide All my playas in the hood stay fly And if you ballin let me hear you say right {right}
[Verse 2] It's Lil Kim and Timbaland shit ya drawers {C'MON} Special delivery from you and yours {MAN} I rep the bitches he rep the boys If you rep yo hood then make some noise I got my eye on the guy in the wool rich coat {HEY} Don't he know queen bee got the ill deep throat Let me show you what im all about How i make a sprite can dissapear in my mouth {WOO} Shake up the dice throw down ya ice Bet it all playa fuck the price Money aint a thing throw it out like rice Been around the world pop the same thing twice Rub on my tits Squeeze on my ass Gimme some head step on the gas {AHH} Pop the cork and roll up the hash {ROLL IT} You know what we about sex drugs and cash
[Verse 3] enter the world of the playboy pin up girl Butt naked dressed in nothin but pearls You want to meet me cause you know I'm freaky and you wanna eat me cause you say I'm sexy got a man in Japan that i dude in tahiti Beleive me sweetie i got enough to feed the needy no need to be greedy i got mad friends that pretty {HEY} Chicks by the layers all different flavas MAfiose- thats how this thing go now everybody come get wit the lingo shake ya body-body move yo ya body-body on the dance floor dont hurt no body-body i'm the one who puts the range in the rover when i'm steppin out the range {yo it's over} comin through in the brooklyn mint gear we gon do this jus like when big poppa was here
[Verse 4] [Mr. Cheeks] jigga what, yea keep it real, yea world wide stay fly yea yea right right queen bee l.v 2ooo fuckin 3 why not, we makin it hot comin through blow the spot com on eh yo she back at it why wouldn't she be...b.i.g, freajy tah
Haaah! (wooooooo!) Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D. Keith Murray, Def Squad Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?) Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad
Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip Fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments Like Redman I shift with tha ruck If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up (Word up!) No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities (Chicago, LA, any of them) I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya Cause youse a freak by nature Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya Drink your style down straight wit no chaser (Word up!) My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react (BLAOW!) Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp (Word up!) Break your concentration, murder your camp For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin through and actin wild Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile I SHOT YA!
Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend? Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D. It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker While you wondered what we sayin on the records real Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ---- But you first baby girl so just face it (awright) But anyway, back on the real side of things My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid) Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real) From my life to the paper (what), very accurately Give you all of my two so maybe you can three Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine) My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea How dare you ever in your life walk past me Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D I shot ya faggot ass
Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi Call the ambulance, this man's wet Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette razor, which I keep hidden in my oral Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel These feds want me for some tax evasion Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture (what the deal pop) Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser
Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things (what the deal) Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops (what the deal) Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me to lay low, I play slow Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin It all real nigga what tha deal I shot ya!
What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl But still, niggaz want to instigate shit I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo Word, I'm here to crush all my peers Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state I use my presedential Rolex to be debate Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal? Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel? New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back Not this time, but next time I'ma name names LL, shittin from on top of the game I SHOT YA!
(Intro) Word up son, word yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas (yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open) for real niggas who ain't got no feelings (keep your eyes open) (no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this) (just watch my back, I got this first, yo) check it out now (word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it's a murda)
[Prodigy] I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous you heard of us official Queensbridge murderers the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware of my crime family who got nuff shots to share for all of those who wanna profile and pose rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone you all alone in these streets, cousin every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin' and keep them shook crews runnin' like they supposed to they come around but they never come close to I can see it inside your face you're in the wrong place cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up with bullet holes and such speak the wrong words man and you will get touched you can put your whole army against my team and I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin' your simple words just don't move me you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player don't make me have to call your name out your crew is featherweight my gunshots'll make you levitate I'm only nineteen but my mind is old and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold another nigga deceased, another story gets told it ain't nothin' really hey, yo dun spark the Phillie so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas why they still alive I don't know, go figure meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation if I die I couldn't choose a better location when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation getting closer to God in a tight situation now, take these words home and think it through or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Chorus: Son, they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death, scared to look they shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death, scared to look
livin' the live that of diamonds and guns there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one
[Havoc] For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life ain't no time for hesitation that only leads to incarceration you don't know me, there's no relation Queensbridge niggas don't play I don't got time for your petty thinking mind son, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you pack heat but you're scared to hold and when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome 13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid you talk a good one but you don't want it sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did no time to dwell on that 'cause my brain reacts front if you want kid, lay on your back I don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live stay in a child's place, kid you out o' line criminal minds thirsty for recognition I'm sippin' E&J, got my mind flippin' I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to hold my hustlin' get that loot kid, you know my function cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal and once I get on I'ma put on, on my people react mix to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up when I roll up, don't be caught sleepin' cause I'm creepin'
Son, they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look (he's just a shook one) they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look (we live the live that of diamonds)
they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks, crooks..
livin' the live that of diamonds and guns there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds but some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one
Yeah, yeah, yeah To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas To real brothers who ain't got no dealings G-yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money 41st side (he's just a shook one) keepin' it real (you know) Queens get the money...
アホだなほんとに、おまえ。 「Go Shorty、It's Your Birthday(ネェーチャン、誕生日だから ノッてけ)」なんて煽っときながら、「We know we don give a fuck bout your birthday (知ってるだろーが、てめぇーの誕生日 なんかどーでもいいんだよ)」 こう訳すんだよヴォケ。
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed
[Kids] I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be) If I work hard at it (If I work hard it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)
[Nas] Be, B-Boys and girls, listen up You can be anything in the world, in God we trust An architect, doctor, maybe an actress But nothing comes easy it takes much practice Like, I met a woman who's becoming a star She was very beautiful, leaving people in awe Singing songs, Lina Horn, but the younger version Hung with the wrong person Gotta astrung when I heard when Cocaine, sniffing up drugs, all in her nose Coulda died, so young, no looks ugly and old No fun cause when she reaches for hugs people hold they breath Cause she smells of corrosion and death Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring Cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing So if you gonna be the best, I'ma tell you how
[Nas] Be, B-Boys and girls, listen again This is for grown looking girls who's only ten The ones who watch videos and do what they see As cute as can be, up in the club with fake ID Careful, 'fore you meet a man with HIV You can host the TV like Oprah Winfrey Whatever you decide, be careful, some men be Rapists, so act your age, don't pretend to be Older than you are, give yourself time to grow You thinking he can give you wealth, but so Young boys, you can use a lot of help, you know You thinkin life's all about smokin weed and ice You don't wanna be my age and can't read and right Begging different women for a place to sleep at night Smart boys turn to men and do whatever they wish If you believe you can achieve, then say it like this
Save the music y'all, save the music y'all Save the music y'all, save the music y'all Save the music
[Nas] Be, be, 'fore we came to this country We were kings and queens, never porch monkeys It was empires in Africa called Kush Timbuktu, where every race came to get books To learn from black teachers who taught Greeks and Romans Asian Arabs and gave them gold when Gold was converted to money it all changed Money then became empowerment for Europeans The Persian military invaded They learned about the gold, the teachings and everything sacred Africa was almost robbed naked Slavery was money, so they began making slave ships Egypt was the place that Alexander the Great went He was so shocked at the mountains with black faces Shot up they nose to impose what basically Still goes on today, you see? If the truth is told, the youth can grow They learn to survive until they gain control Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes Read more learn more, change the globe Ghetto children, do your thing Hold your head up, little man, you're a king Young Prince thats when you get your wedding ring Your man is saying "She's my queen"
I'm Run from Run-DMC, like Kool from Kool and the Gang Roll to the rock, rock to the roll DMC stands for devestating mic control You can't touch me with a ten foot pole And I even made the devil sell me his soul
Now we crash through walls, cut through floors Bust through ceilings and knock down doors And when we're on the tape, we're fresh out the box You can hear our sound for blocks and blocks For every living person we're a purple treat It's me and DMC, Jay where's the beat?
Now we're the baddest of the bad, the coolest of the cool I'm DMC, I rock and roll. I'm DJ Run, I rock and rule It's not a Trick or Treat and it's not a April Fool It's all brand new, never ever old school
You got the music in your body and you can't comprehend When your mind won't wiggle and your knees will bend Music ain't nothin but a people's jam It's DJ Run-DMC rockin without a band
Nas] One more time, one more time Huh, one more time, huh One more time
I dream of the day I could go back to when I was born Laying in your arms, wishing you was here today mom Wish you would appear Just for a second from heaven my tears would be gone I wouldn't be rapping this song I'd be happy driving up to your 8 bed room mansion Ablade, laughing bout the hard time we faced The galaxy is so enchanting beyond, Galileo's understanding Past the milky way and all the planets There's something out there greater But only god knows, scientist claim we came from apes But they lies though, that was part of our conversation I spark one up a star blazing Thinking of how amazing she was A angel gave me love I'm thankful, to ever know a women so real I pray when I marry my wife'll have one of your skillz But mom you could never be replaced I'd give my life up Just to see you one more day To have...
[Chorus] One more dance with you mama If I could only have One more dance with you mama Praying, wish that I could have One more dance with you mama If I could only have One more dance with you mama
I wish you were here, I miss you more each second I breathe You resting in peace forever I accepted you free A blessing to me, I see you dressed in all white Smiling at me, happy knowing everything's all right If only I could hear your voice and your laughter Just one more time, my chest would be filled up with sunshine April 7, oh-two That's when the gates of heaven opened up for you to stroll through Beautiful Anne Jones Job is done, raising ghetto kids in the hood You was my strength to carry on and now I'm good Job well done, you lived threw you sons and your grandchildren Jesus finally got his bridge, mommy dance with him And you've been my guide threw all the trouble I faced They playing our song the lifebeat my hand on your waist I grab your other hand and try not to step on your toes Spin you around with my eyes closed Dreaming I could have
A young wild beautiful love child You like them thug style Link rockin, the mink coppin Hit you on the sink A hundred dollar drink poppin The head'll make him take you shoppin A foul doctrine Reminiscent of my first time up in a chick You was innocent But now you rent a dick, wear the tightest shit Chanel lookin real, airbrushed nails Hit the gym, hit the scales Heaven sent but neglegent To see a profesy Your ebony tone is lockin me The way you moan make me daydream of you on top of me Wishin I could be the one man But you juggle way too many willies all in one hand you wanna run up in clubs Gettin rubbed on niggaz pull your hair, shake your fat rear, get your fuck on Next week you're back there
But what you stuck on Weed, clowns and cars, puffin some lil nigga Husband not knowin But ou believe She, mother earth of the seas niggaz thirst you But you just let em hurt you and leave What up ma, frontin like you naive Pushin man whip Call the police when you flip Cant understand it Yo, it should be a throne for us But for now that's a whole different zone for us Word!
Chorus: Diamonds all shinin, lookin all fine Pretty little face, get a little high Youngs girls stuggling, tryin to survive Mother's of the earth, she made you and I just tired of playin the same ole games Messin with my mind, emotional things And there goes a black girl lost
[Jay-Z] Course I love you.. I love all y'all Hehehe, hehehe, f'real
[Biz] I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore [Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour, yeah
[Jay-Z] I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam So she call me cabron plus marricon Said she likes to cook rice so she likes me home I'm like, "Un momento" - mami, slow up your tempo I got this black chick, she don't know how to act Always talkin out her neck, makin her fingers snap She like, "Listen Jigga Man, I don't care if you rap You better - R-E-S-P-E-C-T me" I got this French chick that love to french kiss She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist _Ma cherie amore, tu es belle_ Merci, you fine as fuck but you givin me hell I got this indian squaw the day that I met her Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather She said all you need to know is I'm not a ho And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, indian and black That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn I'm gettin fat Arroz con pollo, french fries and crepe An appetitite for destruction but I scrape the plate I love
[Tip] Girls, girls, girls, girls (uh-huh) Girls, I do adore [Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour [Tip] I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe [Jay] I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll - c'mon
[Jay-Z] I got this young chick, she so immature She like, "Why you don't buy me Reeboks no more?" Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor Gotta toss a couple dollars, just to shut up her holla Got a project chick, that plays her part And if it goes down y'all that's my heart Baby girl so thorough she been with me from the start Hid my drugs from the NARCs, hid my guns by the parts I got this model chick that don't cook or clean But she dress her ass off and her walk is mean Only thing wrong with ma she's always on the scene God damn she's fine but she parties all the time I get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chick She look right in that tight blue dress, she's thick She gives me extra pillows and seat back love So I had to introduce her to the Mile High Club Now that's young chick, stewardess, project and model That means I fly rough early, plus I know Tae-bo That means I'm new school, pop pills and stay in beef But I never have a problem with my first class seat I love
[Rick] Girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore [Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour [Rick] I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe [Jay] I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll
[Jay-Z] I got this paranoid chick, she's scared to come to the house A hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it out Got a chick from Peru, that sniff Peru She got a cousin at customs that get shit through Got this weedhead chick, she always catch me doin shit Crazy girl wanna leave me but she always forgets Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick' Cause she kept bootleggin my shit - man I got this African chick with Eddie Murphy on her skull She like, "Jigga Man, why you treat me like animal?" I'm like excuse me Ms. Fufu, but when I met your ass you was dead broke and naked, and now you want half I got this ho that after twelve million sold Mami's a narcoleptic, always sleepin on Hov' Gotta tie the back of her head like Deuce Bigalow I got so many girls across the globe..
[Biz] I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore [Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour [Tip] I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe [Jay] I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll [Rick] I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore [Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour
[Jay] I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, girls..
When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall and in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call Telling me I need a girl who's as sweet as a dove for the first time in my life, I see I need love There I was giggling about the games that I had played with many hearts, and I'm not saying no names Then the thought occured, tear drops made my eyes burn as I said to myself look what you've done to her I can feel it inside, I can't explain how it feels all I know is that I'll never dish another raw deal Playing make believe pretending that I'm true holding in my laugh as I say that I love you Saying amor kissing you on the ear whispering I love you and I'll always be here Although I often reminsce I can't believe that I found a desire for true love floating around Inside my soul because my soul is cold one half of me deserves to be this way till I'm old But the other half needs affection and joy and the warmth that is created by a girl and a boy I need love I need love
Romance sheer delight how sweet I gotta find me a girl to make my life complete You can scratch my back, we'll get cozy and huddle I'll lay down my jacket so you can walk over a puddle I'll give you a rose, pull out your chair before we eat kiss you on the cheek and say ooh girl you're so sweet It's deja vu whenever I'm with you I could go on forever telling you what I do But where you at you're neither here or there I swear I can't find you anywhere Damn sure you ain't in my closet, or under my rug this love search is really making me bug And if you know who you are why don't you make yourself seen take the chance with my love and you'll find out what I mean Fantasy's can run but they can't hide and when I find you I'm gon' pour all my love inside I need love I need love
I wanna kiss you hold you never scold you just love you suck on you neck, caress you and rub you Grind moan and never be alone if you're not standing next to me you're on the phone Can't you hear it in my voice, I need love bad I've got money but love's something I've never had I need your ruby red lips sweet face and all I love you more than a man who's 10 feet tall I'd watch the sunrise in your eyes we're so in love when we hug we become paralyzed Our bodies explode in ecstasy unreal you're as soft as a pillow and I'm as hard as steel It's like a dream land, I can't lie I never been there maybe this is an experience that me and you can share Clean and unsoiled yet sweaty and wet I swear to you this is something that I'll never forget I need love I need love
See what I mean I've changed I'm no longer a play boy on the run I need something that's stronger Friendship, trust honor respect admiration this whole experience has been such a revelation It's taught me love and how to be a real man to always be considerate and do all I can Protect you you're my lady and you mean so much my body tingles all over from the slightest touch Of your hand and understand I'll be frozen in time till we meet face to face and you tell me you're mine If I find you girl I swear I'll be a good man I'm not gonna leave it in destiny's hands I can't sit and wait for my princess to arrive I gotta struggle and fight to keep my dream alive I'll search the whole world for that special girl when I finally find you watch our love unfurl I need love I need love
Girl, listen to me When I be sittin in my room all alone, staring at the wall fantasies, they go through my mind And I've come to realize that I need true love and if you wanna give it to me girl make yourself seen I'll be waiting I love you
From the first time the doctor placed you in my arms I knew I'd meet death before I'd let you meet harm Although questions arose in my mind, would I be man enough? Against wrong, choose right and be standin up From the hospital that first night Took a hour just ta get the carseat in right People drivin all fast, got me kinda upset Got you home safe, placed you in your basonette That night I don't think one wink I slept As I slipped out my bed, to your crib I crept Touched your head gently, felt my heart melt Cause I know I loved you more than life itself Then to my knees, and I begged the Lord please Let me be a good daddy, all he needs Love, knowledge, discipline too I pledge my life to you
Chorus:
Just the two of us, we can make it if we try Just the two of us, (Just the two of us) Just the two of us, building castles in the sky Just the two of us, you and I
Five years old, bringin comedy Everytime I look at you I think man, a little me Just like me Wait an see gonna be tall Makes me laugh cause you got your dads ears an all Sometimes I wonder, what you gonna be A General, a Doctor, maybe a MC Haha, I wanna kiss you all the time But I will test that butt when you cut outta line, trudat Uh-uh-uh why you do dat? I try to be a tough dad, but you be makin me laugh Crazy joy, when I see the eyes of my baby boy I pledge to you, I will always do Everything I can Show you how to be a man Dignity, integrity, honor an An I don't mind if you lose, long as you came with it An you can cry, ain't no shame it it It didn't work out with me an your mom But yo, push come to shove You was conceived in love So if the world attacks, and you slide off track Remember one fact, I got your back
It's a full-time job to be a good dad You got so much more stuff than I had I gotta study just to keep with the changin times 101 Dalmations on your CD-ROM See me-I'm Tryin to pretend I know On my PC where that CD go But yo, ain't nuthin promised, one day I'll be gone Feel the strife, but trust life does go wrong But just in case It's my place To impart One day some girl's gonna break your heart And ooh ain't no pain like from the opposite sex Gonna hurt bad, but don't take it out on the next, son Throughout life people will make you mad Disrespect you and treat you bad Let God deal with the things they do Cause hate in your heart will consume you too Always tell the truth, say your prayers Hold doors, pull out chairs, easy on the swears You're living proof that dreams do come true I love you and I'm here for you
[Ja Rule] They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin high with my fo'-five Cocked on these niggaz time to die Even as a lil' nigga, you could picture me hot gun in the rain I shed the tear, cause this nigga here inherits the pain And now I'm labeled as a thug nigga - you know the game Smokin weed, fuckin hoes, slangin thangs, that's the life I live Even if I tried to go back I'd get lost (come back) And everything I seem to love I done lost Fuck the world if they can't understand me What else could I do? I had to feed my fuckin family Yo' lies is my truth, so I'm a drug to your youth And you don't want 'em nowhere near me, now that they can hear me I spits razors, never been a stranger to homicide My city's full of tote-slangers and chalk lines Why do we die at an early age? Nigga so young, but still a victim of a twelve-gauge Feel the rage this world has bestowed upon me And I don't give a fuck 'cause they don't give a fuck 'bout me So I keep - drinkin Hennessy, bustin at my enemies Will I live to see twenty-three? There's so much pain
[Ja Rule] Years and years of strugglin all my life Runnin wild as a kid, grew up blazin 'em right I'm in a - little cell I call my soul lately It's been a - givin me hell and my heart is screamin, "Don't enter" I've been cursed, for what it's worth I feel dead Spittin to you, I know I'm in way over my head But Lord hear me, I believe in your "7 Day Theory" Three souls done sent this whole world teary (can you hear me?) Too hot for you to stand near me It's so much pain, and niggaz wanna kill me I'm tired of the stress and the strain But my, grimiest grimeys got love for me They're blazin, sendin shotguns up above for me My face in, Hennessy with no chaser Coke rises on every way in - keep us hustlin nigga Me and my man got a plan to get this paper nigga So if you owe nigga, look for the gauge to blow nigga I figured I'd be considered a killer Doin crime excited my mind and leadin the blind I, can't express my compassion, my satisfaction for gettin fucked up and blastin - we all been there Taught from young to shoot, show no fear and lie And wipe the tears from yo' mother's eyes - so much pain
[2Pac] They got me mobbin like I'm - loc'd and ready to get my slug on I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin gloves on I ain't scared to blast on these suckers if they test me Trust, I got my glock cocked, playa if they press me Bust on motherfuckers with a - PASSION Better duck 'cause I ain't lookin when I'm - BA-BLASTIN I'm a nut and drinkin Hennessy And gettin high on the lookout for my enemies Don't wanna die, tell me why? Cause the stress gettin major A buck-fifty 'cross the face with my razor What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep I'm real they can not see And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin on the streets And I be, ballin loc, don't let 'em make you worry Keep swingin at these suckers 'til you buried I was born to raise - hell, a nigga from the gutter, word to mother I'm tough - I'm kickin dust up, ready to bust I'm on the scene steady muggin mean; until they kill me I'll be livin this life, I know you feel me There's so much pain
It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50 Break it down I got a lot of living to do before I die And I ain't got tyme to waste Let's make it
[50 Cent] You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin' You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You ain't a friend of mine, (huh) You ain't no kin of mine, (nah) What makes you think that I'ma run up on you with tha nine We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every nine I'm fuckin with they mind I make 'em press rewind They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme Been on parole since 94 cuz I commit the crime I send you my line, I did it three ta nine If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin You said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin
[Verse 2] Damn Homie, in highskew you was tha man, homie What tha fuck happened to you? I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta I'm livin once than deada, I know I can do betta She look good but I know she after my chedda She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet We in tha club doin' the same ol' two step Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out
[Verse 3] Me I'm no monsta, me I'm no gangsta Me I'm no hitman, me I'm jus me, me Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta But it's me you see on your TV Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat Niggas sayin they gon merk 50 how? We ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow What you know about AK's and AR 15's? Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and inf beams, huh
I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone calls from my niggaz on the, other side Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry A damn shame, when will we ever change And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain Arguements with my Boo is true I spend mo' time with my niggaz than I do with you But everywhere it's the same thang, that's the game I'll be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold Rag top slowin down, time to stop for gas Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass, uhh It ain't easy, that's my motto Drinkin Tanqueray straight out the bottle Everybody wanna know if I'm insane My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games And all the drama got me stressin like I'm hopeless, I can't cope Me and the homies smokin roaches, cause we broke Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high Watchin the cops roll by It ain't easy... that's right
It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free (repeat 3X)
I can't sleep niggaz plottin on to kill me while I'm dreamin Wake up sweaty and screamin, cause I can hear them suckers schemin Probably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizin A brother bite the bullet, open fire and I died I wonder why this the way it is, even now Lookin out for these killer kids, cause they wild Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin Doin twenty to life in San Quentin Gettin calls from my nigga Mike Tyson, ain't nuttin nice Yo 'Pac, do something righteous witcha life And even thou you innocent you still a nigga, so they figure Rather have you behind bars than triggers But I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life, lickin shots Til I see my niggaz free on the block But no it ain't easy, hahahah Til I see my niggaz free, on the block, oh It ain't easy
Lately been reminiscin bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the block Keep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocks It's the project kid without a conscience, I'm havin dreams of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers through the years tryin to stack a little green I was only seventeen, when I started servin fiends And I wish there was another way to stack a dollar So my apoli', casue these hard times make me wanna holler Will I live to see tommorrow, am I fallin off? I hit the weed and then proceed to say fuck all of y'all Ain't nobody down with me I'm thuggin, I can't go home Cause muh-fuckers think I'm buggin, so now I'm in this high powered cell at the county jail Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what do I do in these county blues Gettin battered and bruised by the you know who And these fakes get to shakin when they face me Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me Sittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggaz yell Tryin to torture em to tell, I'm gettin mail But ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts is makin bucks while these sluts is gettin fucked They violated my probation, and it seems I'll be goin on a long vacation, meanwhile It ain't easy No it ain't easy
I see no Changes, I wake up in the morning and I ask myself Is life worth living should I blast myself I'm tired of being poor and even worse I'm black My stomach hurts so I'm lookin for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro Pull a trigger kill a nigger he's a hero Give the %! to da kids who da hell cares One less hungry mouth on a welfare First ship 'em dope let 'em deal to brothers Give 'em guns step back let 'em kill each other Time to fight back thats what Huey said 2 shots in the dark now Hueys dead I got luv for my brothers But we could never go no where 'less we share with eachother We need to make some Changes Learn to see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers And dats how its supposed to be How could I ever take a brother if he's close to me, uh I love to go back to when we played as kids But things change, and thats the way it is
Thats just the way it is... Things will never be the same.... Thats just the way it is... Thats just the way it is... Things will never be the same.... Thats just the way it is... Ahhh yeah I see no changes, all I see is racist faces Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races We under, I wonder what it take to make this one better place, let's erase the wasted Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right Cause both black and white are smokin' crack tonight And only time we deal is when we kill each other It takes skills to be real, time to heal each other And though it seems heaven sent We ain't ready, to see a black President, huh It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks But some things will never change Try to show another way but stayin' in da dope game Tell me whats a mother to do being real don't appeal to da brother in you Ya gotta operate the easy way [I made a G today] But you made it in a sleazy way Sellin' dope to the kids [I gotta get paid] Well hey, that way it is
We need to make some Changes We need to change the way we eat, the way we live and the way we treat each other See, the old way wasn't workin, so its on us to do what we gotta do to survive
Still I see no Changes, can't a brother a little peace There's war on the streets and the war on the Middle East Instead of a war on poverty They got a war on drugs so the police can bother me I ain't never did no crime I ain't have to do But now I'm back on the track givin' it back to you Don't let 'em jack you, back you up smack you up and pimp slap you up You gotta learn to hold your own They get jealous when they see you with your mobile phone I tell the cops can't touch this I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this Sound on the 2, they say it ain't cool My momma didn't raise no fool And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped and never get to laid back I always gotta worry about the payback From some buck that I roughed up way back Coming back after all these years Ratta-tat-tat-tat-tat And thats the way it is
>>808さん 俺もMOBB DEEP大好きなんでお願いします、途中までですけど! Hey love, I wanna hold you and talk to you Put my arm around your shoulder and walk witchu Be that one that'll serve you, my word to you I know that nigga don't be doin what he 'sposed to do I got much more to give than homie do And you so fine, I just wanna roll witchu You a Queen bitch, you need a King close to you You need a nigga like P to just flow witchu And I gotta try, cause anything's possible And you just might see things the way I do I just wanna get next to you, friends witchu Burn hundreds, wake up in the bed witchu I love when you walk, how that body move Pardon my mouth, I'm just being honest boo I will pay for airtime just to vibe witchu Kisses and hugs until the next time you swing through
[Chorus: 112] So many things that I wanna do Wanna kiss, wanna touch, wanna taste, never teasing you Oooh baby, cause I only wanna be with you; girl you know Anything that you need, I got it Million dollar shopping spree, I got it Anything that you want, I got it You know, I got it, ask me, I got it
アタッシュケースの甘ちゃん目当てらしいぜ お前なんか見向きもされないぜ とびっきりに微笑んでもさ お前、金歯してるだろ お前のことワイルドだと思うぜ 黒人には見向きもしやしないぜ 白人なら大丈夫だがな 近付かねぇほうがいいって バッグを持った甘ちゃんが網にかかったぜ あのバッグの中身がお目当てさ お眼鏡にかなったってわけよ。IBMだぜ 獲物にされちまうぜ。そう、野郎のことさ。 奴の乗った野郎のアウディと、服と金。 野郎、なんかマズいことやったらしいぜ 金を持ってないのが分かっちまったらしい あいつ別の獲物を探してるぜ。 獲物を嗅ぎ付けようとしてやがる Her status looks at us from down below あいつがうまくやるはずはねぇ。 お高くとまってやがるからさ
It's been too long and I'm lost without you What am I gonna do Said I been needin' you I'm wantin' you Wonderin' if you're the same and who's been with you Is you're heart still mine I want to cry sometimes I miss you
Verse 1: Off to college Yes you went away Straight from high school You up and left me We were close friends Awesome lovers Did everything for one another Now you're gone And I'm lost without you here now But I know I gotta live and make it somehow
Come back to me Can you hear me (callin') Hear me (callin' for you) For you
(repeat chorus) Verse 2: Now I'm sittin' here Thinkin' 'bout you And the days we used to share It's drivin' me crazy I don't know what to do I'm just wonderin' if you still care I don't want to let you know That it's killin' me I know you got another life You got to concentrate Baby
Come back to me Can you hear me (callin') Hear me (callin' for you) For you
(repeat chorus 2x)
Bridge: I can't think no more Since you went away I don't really feel like talkin' No one here to love me Baby do you understand me I can't do a thing without you
I see a lot in your look and I never say a word I know how n****s start actin' trippin' and hate up all the girls And there's no way Nelly go for it Ain't f***in' with no dame, as you could see But I-I like your sneeze, your style, your whole demeanor The way you come through and holler, And swoop me in his two-seater Now that's gangsta and I got special ways to thank ya, don't you forget it But it ain't that easy for you to back up and leave him But you and me we got ties for different reasons I respect that and right before I turned to leave She said, "You don(t know what you mean to me," come on
Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets, mindin my own business.. and BAM!! I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR that it was a mistake. I accept that as a part of my destiny!
{*Si es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro! Hahaha*}
[Raekwon the Chef] Whattup kid? That's right.. Yo.. aiyyo.. aiyyo..
[Chorus: Raekwon] Aiyyo let my niggas live We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo Let my niggas live We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves Let my niggas live We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules Let my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas live Handle your bid and kill no kids
[Raekwon the Chef] Millionaire feat, whole family eat; yo, y'all niggas is weak Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak That's that fire move like Schwinns yo Invisible pens that write light, leave blends Hit with the JF Kennedy shot Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got Bolt off, but got clocked Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up Design your alphabet, reps get graded We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length Home of Allah's ten big rooms So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head
[Nas] I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, "Why me?" Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine It drove lots of men to die with no name I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created The only nigga Sadé dated, the most hated, Nas nigga
[Inspectah Deck] Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project Checkin shorty with the +Black Tail+ stance, leapord pants Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor Semi-autos roar in the building hall Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times So I live by the sword and obey hood laws Make my team click like high heels on wood floors
fly me to the moon and let me play among the ster let me see what spring islike jupiter and marz in other words,hold my haert in other words,durling kiss me
fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars in other words,hold my hand in other words,darling kiss me
One Love, One Heart Let's get together and feel all right Hear the children crying (One Love) Hear the children crying (One Heart) Sayin' give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right Sayin' let's get together and feel all right Let them all pass all their dirty remarks (One Love) There is one question I'd really like to ask (One Heart) Is there a place for the hopeless sinner Who has hurt all mankind just to save his own? Believe me One Love, One Heart Let's get together and feel all right As it was in the beginning (One Love) So shall it be in the end (One Heart) Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right One more thing Let's get together to fight this Holy Armageddon (One Love) So when the Man comes there will be no no doom (One Song) Have pity on those whose chances grove thinner There ain't no hiding place from the Father of Creation Sayin' One Love, One Heart Let's get together and feel all right I'm pleading to mankind (One Love) Oh Lord (One Heart) Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right Let's get together and feel all right
Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck 強面の貫禄 首を二回どつく。(protect ya neckを引用?) C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec C.O. (copの事?)空き地中を荒らす。 (jerkやyardなんかは彼のジャマイカ系としてのルーツを強調している。 recは韻の為だけに意味も無く付けたみたいなので無視) Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs 近所のベテラン バレッタ、グロック、テックぶっ放す(銃の種類) You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project 怖くねえよ ガントーク プロジェクトの文法 Checkin shorty with the +Black Tail+ stance, leapord pants 黒い尻尾(ケツ)を持ったかわいコちゃんをチェック。豹柄のパンツ (Tailはスラングで尻を表す。尻尾から豹にイメージをつなげながら女の事を言っている。) Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance 「やっちまいな」 彼女のラップダンスを堪能 Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major 若者衆がのさばる 膨大な資金
Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor ガンキマリ 剃刀に付いた塊をも探す(コカインを細かく砕いたり、吸引の為に 一直線に並べるのに剃刀が使われる。) Semi-autos roar in the building hall 廊下で機関銃が吼える Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall 死亡遊戯の兆候 銃痕が壁に残る Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine NYの思考法 自分の事で精一杯 In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times 日中ポリが41回も付きまとう(Jakeは警察の隠語。Wuは数字に意味を持たせる事 が多いので41にもなにかあるかも。) So I live by the sword and obey hood laws だから俺は剣の道に生き、フッドの掟に従う。 Make my team click like high heels on wood floors 俺の軍団を強固させる まるでハイヒールの音の様に (これは妙訳むずかしい。カチカチとする音clickと集団という意味の cliqueを掛け合わせている。)
Artist: 50 Cent Album: Get Rich or Die Tryin' Song: In Da Club [50 Cent] Go, go, go, go, go, go Go shawty, it's your birthday We gon' party like it's your birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday!
[Chorus: repeat 2X] You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look mami I got the X if you into takin drugs I'm into havin sex, I ain't into makin love So come gimme a hug, if you're into gettin rubbed
[Verse One] When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club Niggaz heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes, they wanna fuck But homie ain't nuttin changed hoes down, G's up I see Xzibit in the cut - hey nigga roll that weed up If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a player or pimp Been hit wit a few shells but I don't walk wit a limp (I'm aight) In the hood, in L.A. they sayin "50 you hot" They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac But holla in New York them niggaz'll tell ya I'm loco And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold I'm fully focused man, my money on my mind Got a mill' out the deal and I'm still on the grind Now shawty said she feelin my style, she feelin my flow Her girlfriend willin to get bi and they ready to go (o-kay!)
[Bridge: sing-song] My flow, my show brought me the dough That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels Look nigga I done came up, and I ain't changed
[Verse Two] And you should love it, way more then you hate it Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it I'm that cat by the bar toastin to the good life You that faggot-ass nigga tryin to pull me back right? When my joint get to pumpin in the club it's on I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn If you talkin about money homie, I ain't concerned I'ma tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up If the niggaz hate then let 'em hate then watch the money pile up Or we go upside your head wit a bottle of bub' They know where we fuckin be
[Chorus]
[50 Cent] Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither nigga We in the club all the time nigga, it's about to pop off nigga G-Unit
Rest in peace to my motherfuckin Biggie Smalls That's right bwoy, it's goin on, right here Thug Life.. God bless the dead
[2Pac] God bless the dead, and buried Nigga, don't worry if you see God first Tell him shit got worse, I ain't mad I know you representin the crew And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt and a brew Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game If you a baller, money went as quick as it came My role models - gone or they locked in the pen Straight hustlers, caught up in the whirlwind The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggie sayin shit don't stop nigga no pity We all hoods, and all we ever had was dreams Money makin motherfuckers plot scandalous schemes In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind I was addicted to tryin, never meant to do time My epitaph, will read, "Was the last of G's" Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed God bless the dead
もしスヌープがABCニュースの在イラクレポーターだったら......(abcnews.com) "When yo' ass lose one of yo' brothers 'n they ax yo' ass go on like nothing happened, that's real stressful, know what I'm sayin'? " For soldiers fighting in Iraq, these feelings are not uncommon n' shit.
what's wrong with the world, mama? 世界に何が起きてるの、ママ? people livin like they ain't got no mamas 人々は、まるで母親がいないかのように生きている。 I think the whole world's addicted to the drama 世界全体がその脚本に溺れてるように思う。 only attracted to the things that'll bring the drama
overseas ya we tryin to stop terrorism 私達はテロリズムを止めるようとしている。 but we still got terrorists here livin in the U.S.A, the big C.I.A でもテロリストは、アメリカ、CIA, the bloods,the crips, the bloods & the crips, and the KKK そしてKKKにもいる。 but if you only got love for your own ways でも自分のやり方で愛を掴めば?(愛を掴み、独り占めしたら?) then you only leave space to discriminate 差別から抜け出せる。 and to discriminate only generates hate 差別することはは憎しみしか生み出さない。 and when you hate, then you're bound to get irate madness is what you demonstrate 憎むと、あなたは激しい怒りを表すに違いない。 and that's exactly how anger works and operates
man ya gotta have love, this'll set us straight 愛を持っていれば、正しい道を歩め、 take control of your mind and meditate あなたの思想・もくろみをコントロールし、 let your soul gravitate, to the love ya'll
people killin people dyin 殺し、死にかけている人々 children hurt and women cryin 子供達は傷つき、女達は泣いている。 will you practice what you preach and would you turn the other cheek (神の教えを)説き諭すことが出来るだろうか?酷い仕打ちを寛大に許すことが出来るだろうか? father father father, help us 主よ、主よ、主よ、私達をお助け下さい。 need some guidance from above these people got me got me questionin 人々が私に疑問を抱かせる、だからこそあなたのお導きが必要です。 where is the love? その愛はどこにあるのでしょうか?
What's wrong with the world, mama People livin' like they ain't got no mamas I think the whole world addicted to the drama 世界全体が過激なドラマにはまってるみたい Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma トラウマになるようなことに惹きつけられてる Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism 海外でアメリカはテロと戦おうとするのはいいけどさ But we still got terrorists here livin' アメリカに住んでりゃ身近にテロリストがいるよな In the USA, the big CIA 巨悪のCIA The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK KKKやブラッズ、クリップス
What's wrong with the world, mama People livin' like they ain't got no mamas I think the whole world addicted to the drama 世界全体が過激なドラマにはまってるみたい Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma トラウマになるような出来事に惹きつけられてる Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism 海外でアメリカはテロと戦おうとするのはいいけどさ But we still got terrorists here livin' アメリカに住んでりゃ身近にテロリストがいるよな In the USA, the big CIA 巨悪のCIA The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK KKKやブラッズ、クリップス
But if you only have love for your own race 自分自身と同じ人種にしか愛を持たなければ Then you only leave space to discriminate 差別する心の隙間を作るだけだ And to discriminate only generates hate そして差別する心は人を嫌う心を生み出すだけだ And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah そして人を嫌えば行きつく先は人を傷つける結果だ Badness is what you demonstrate 君の行為は悪の行為になる And that's exactly how a anger works and operates それがまさに怒りというもの作用だ N**, you gotta have love just to set it straight ニガ、ちゃんと生きるためには愛が欠かせないんだ Take control of your mind and meditate 心を落ち着けて、自身をコントロールするんだ Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all 魂を愛の力に誘導するんだ
People killin', people dyin' 人々が殺しあってる Children hurt and you hear them cryin' 子供たちが傷ついてる。彼らの叫びが聞こえるかい? Can you practice what you preach 神の教えを実践できてるかい? And would you turn the other cheek 憎しみの行為を愛で返せてるかい? Father, Father, Father help us 偉大なる父よ お助けください Send us some guidance from above あなたのお導きが必要なんです 'Cause people got me, got me questionin' なぜなら人々は私を混乱に陥らせてるからです Where is the love (Love) 愛がどこに行ってしまったのか Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love The love, the love
943さん 上手いね。big ciaを巨悪って訳したのは面白いセンスだと思った。 まあKRS feat Zack dela Rocha, Last Emperorの曲のサビで「last emperor, krs and BIG zach」って使ってた様にbigは音感の為に付けただけでそれほど意味は無いと思うが。 でもそれも全然有り。人それぞれのスタイルがあって面白いな。
(Chorus) I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P (Repeat)
[2Pac] God bless the dead, and buried 死者たちに葬りを、神のご加護を! Nigga, don't worry if you see God first 心配するな、もしお前が神にあったら、 Tell him shit got worse, I ain't mad 最初に、奴にこう伝えろ“俺は怒ってないし、 I know you representin the crew お前がクルーの象徴だってことはわかってるぜ。 And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt and a brew それにお前が穏やかで、陰謀も何も無い天国にいるのがありありと目に浮かぶぜ。 Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game 痛みはゲームの一部だよ。”と。 If you a baller, money went as quick as it came もしお前がballerなら、金を儲けるのと同じ速さで使っちまうんだろうな。 My role models - gone or they locked in the pen 俺の理想の姿はー死ぬことか、ムショに入ることだ。