Origineel
[Capital L.S talking]
Yeah
Turn up that motherfucking base
Aight
[2Pac talking]
Yo One Nation nigga
Thought you heard nigga
One Nation
[Capital L.S talking]
Fucking bullshit nigga
We got to get this motherfucking paper
Boot Camp Clik
Aight you know what I’m saying
Mad niggas want to talk about that East – West bullshit
But you know it’s all bullshit
[2Pac talking]
Smith and Wesson in this motherfucker, right now
Greg Nice in this motherfucker, right now
L.S. In this motherfucking, right now
Baby Jesus And The All Star’s, right now
2Pac and The Outlawz
Got The Luniz in this Bitch
[Capital L.S talking]
We got to put a lock on niggas jaws, so we gonna do it like this, check it out
[Verse 1: Capital L.S]
Like lamp shades
Now they rant and rave
I’m raw
Plus I got more plants to blaze
Fiends came back with thieves
With files Long as Stant. Isle and back to Queens
We strap black Mac’s with beam’s
I’m tight fear
I’m that nightmare that killed that dream
My gat steam crazy buzz
I slit wit wigs, plus some bid for your baby love
I’ll play the role till I’m grey and old
Haha
With your pop’s on the bed roll
No doubt
I’m caught out with your daughter
South of the border
Colt made them Outlawz
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Check it out
Is it, money and women?
The funny beginnings tragic ending’s
I can make a million and still not get enough of spending
And since my life is based on sinning, I’m hell bound
Rather be buried than be worried, living held down
My game plan to be trained in
Military mind of a thug lord sitting in a cemetery cryin’
I’ve been lost since my adolescence calling for Jesus
Balling as a youngster wondering if he see’s us
Young black males
Crack sales got me three strikes
Living in jail this is hell enemies die
Wonder when we all pass, is anybody listening
Got my hands on my semi shotty, everybody’s snitching
Please god can you understand me
Bless my family
Guide us all before we fall into insanity
I’m making a point to make my beat bumping raw life
Drop some shit to make these stupid bitches jaws tight
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Go, Niggas want to get it on let’s fight
I got some niggas in my click
That make them motherfuckers jaws tight
Now
Go, Niggas want to get it on let’s fight
I got some niggas in my click
That make them motherfuckers jaws tight
[Verse 3 : Tek]
Chi-Chi bong water bong
‘Nough weed for everyone
Enter the class now we kill you with sound
See bad boy with gun, who buss jus’ fi’ fun
Or black youth them move about a three ton
Soldier from jungle never take back free shot’s
But that ended up at when man [?] fly
[Verse 4: Buckshot]
The impulse makes your body pulse beat off a beat per minute (Ohhhh)
As I get up in it
Construction no limit
Pin it like a cat in a dog fight
We gone get it on tonight
For all y’all who put up the wall to stall
But didn’t realize that the weak would fall
The best pick out of the crop of MCs got rocked by the fact of realness
Stop, the shit, block parties was a thing of the past (Thing of the past)
Motherfucking club hopping was suppose to last (Suppose to last)
But all I see
Is niggas by the mass (By the mass)
Fuck even bitches came to kick some ass (Kick some ass)
But don’t keep the club close that ain’t my fault (What?)
Take them back to a grain of salt (To a grain of salt)
Take the indigence ever since BDI went solo (Oh)
I hold my cash [?] for a dollar
[Chorus 2Pac]
Let’s, go, Niggas want to get it on let’s fight
I got some niggas in my click
That make them motherfuckers jaws tight
Go, Niggas want to get it on let’s fight
I got some niggas in my click
That make them motherfuckers jaws tight
[Verse 5 : Steele]
Up to bring them dukes up
Fuck niggas up ’till they puke up
Shoot up the party if they don’t let me in
Get my whole click to let me in
Outlawz
[Verse 6: EDI]
I told ‘em
I told ‘em
I told ‘em
Shut the fuck up
Your voice is hurting working my last nerve
Yo that’s my word I’m about to take off
Break off a chunk of this trick ass chump
Who’s knowing deep in his heart
He ain’t wanting to see no funk
When he drunk
Yeah that nigga done go to him
Ran through him got him thinking he can ruin
Now he thinking I’m pursuing
Who’s in, the motherfucking house
(Outlawz)
’97 we put some paw’s on these motherfuckers jaws
[Verse 7: Numskull]
I see the same old shit blame it on the jabber jaw’s who blabber all nigga’s business
Shut your mouth before I shit in it
I got the strength to make their jaw’s tight don’t forget ho’s I got the game to make their draw’s right
Don’t go Hollywood
That’s what they tell me
They bought my fucking tape but I can see that they ain’t felt me
Heard what I said they started churpin’ like birdies
Drunk off rum bumpin’ gum’s like girlies
Puttin’ they lip’s all on my Henn’ bottle
Nigga slow down put on the brakes on all that chin gobble
Squabble squabble nigga this is Oakland Beirut
Stop opening up your jaw’s thinking that this whole shit it’s cute
[Verse 8: Napoleon]
But it’s this I’m hearing
That young Napoleon is disappearin’
But I cancel that shit for I reverse on this clip
And leave you fucked left right something evil
All my life I’ve been trapped down by my own people
[Verse 9: Kadafi]
I’m on some shit to make your tummy’s turn
Full clip’s ready to pull quick
Fuck all that bullshit I ain’t concerned
It’s evident
I need dead president’s the city slicker
Jersey jigger
Feel my residence from we turn
[Verse 10: Napoleon]
Talk about times is hard
Come take a trip down my boulevard
At your own risk
Got niggas that’s homeless
But’ll leave you scared
[Verse 11: Kadafi]
Trapped in these bar’s of crime
Droppin’ picture my nine hittin’ cowards up from there feet to there spine
In this game all rules apply
With no exception’s all niggas die living high
With no easy exits
[Verse 12: Napoleon]
Leave your body over chocking when this gat get to smoking
All you pussies from here to Hoboken
Leave niggas jaws tight
[Chorus till fade]
Vertaling
[Hoofdletter L.S. pratend]
Yeah
Zet die klote basis harder.
Aight
[2Pac praten]
Yo One Nation nigga
Dacht dat je nigga hoorde
One Nation
[Capital L.S praten]
Fucking bullshit nigga
We moeten die klote krant zien te krijgen.
Boot Camp Clik
Je weet wat ik bedoel.
Gekke nikkers willen praten over die Oost-West onzin.
Maar je weet dat het allemaal onzin is.
[2Pac praten]
Smith and Wesson in this motherfucker, right now
Greg Nice in deze klootzak, nu meteen
L.S. In this motherfucking, right now
Baby Jesus And The All Star’s, right now
2Pac and The Outlawz
Got The Luniz in this Bitch
[Capital L.S. talking]
We moeten een slot op nikkers kaken zetten, dus we gaan het zo doen, check it out
[Verse 1: Capital L.S]
Like lamp shades
Now they rant and rave
I’m raw
Plus ik heb meer planten om te branden
Fiends came back with thieves
Met bestanden lang als Stant. Isle en terug naar Queens
We hebben zwarte Mac’s vastgebonden met balken
I’m tight fear
I’m that nightmare that killed that dream
My gat steam crazy buzz
I slit with wigs, plus some bid for your baby love
Ik zal de rol spelen tot ik grijs en oud ben
Haha
Met je pop’s op de bedrol
Geen twijfel mogelijk.
Ik ben betrapt met je dochter
Ten zuiden van de grens.
Colt maakte hen Outlawz
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Check it out
Is het, geld en vrouwen?
The funny beginnings tragic ending’s
Ik kan een miljoen verdienen en nog steeds niet genoeg krijgen van uitgeven
En omdat mijn leven gebaseerd is op zondigen, ben ik gebonden aan de hel
Ik word liever begraven dan dat ik me zorgen maak.
Mijn plan om getraind te worden in
Militaire geest van een misdadiger die op een kerkhof zit te huilen.
Ik ben verdwaald sinds mijn pubertijd, roepend om Jezus
Ik vraag me als jongere af of hij ons ziet.
Jonge zwarte mannen
Crack verkoop heeft me drie strikes
Leven in de gevangenis dit is de hel vijanden sterven
Vraag me af wanneer we allemaal overgaan, luistert er iemand
Ik heb mijn handen op mijn semi shotty, iedereen verraadt me
Alsjeblieft god kan je me begrijpen
Zegen mijn familie.
Leid ons allen voordat we in krankzinnigheid vervallen.
Ik maak er een punt van om mijn beat te laten knallen in het rauwe leven
Drop some shit to make these stupid bitches kaken vast
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Go, Niggas want to get it on let’s fight
I got some niggas in my click
That make them motherfuckers kaken vast
Now
Go, Niggas want to get it on let’s fight
I got some niggas in my click
That make them motherfuckers jaws tight
[Verse 3 : Tek]
Chi-Chi bong water bong
Genoeg wiet voor iedereen
Enter the class now we kill you with sound
Zie bad boy met pistool, die buss jus’ fi’ fun
Of zwarte jongeren die drie ton verplaatsen.
Soldaat uit de jungle neemt nooit gratis shot’s terug.
But that ended up at when man [?] fly
[Vers 4: Buckshot]
The impulse makes your body pulse beat off a beat per minute (Ohhhh)
As I get up in it
Construction no limit
Pin it like a cat in a dog fight
We gone get it on tonight
For all you’all who put up the wall to stall
Maar niet beseften dat de zwakken zouden vallen
De beste keuze uit de oogst van MC’s werd geschokt door het feit van echtheid
Stop, de shit, block parties was een ding van het verleden (Thing of the past)
Motherfucking club hoppen was verondersteld om te duren (Verondersteld om te duren)
But all I see
Is niggas by the mass (By the mass)
Fuck zelfs teven kwamen om wat kont te schoppen.
But don’t keep the club close that ain’t my fault (Wat?)
Take them back to a grain of salt (Op een korreltje zout)
Take the indigence ever since BDI went solo (Oh)
I hold my cash [?] for a dollar
[Chorus 2Pac]
Let’s, go, Niggas want to get it on let’s fight
I got some niggas in my click
That make them motherfuckers jaws tight
Go, Niggas want to get it on let’s fight
I got some niggas in my click
That make them motherfuckers jaws tight
[Verse 5 : Steele]
Up to bring them dukes up
Fuck niggas up ’till they puke up
Shoot up the party if they don’t let me in
Get my whole click to let me in
Outlawz
[Verse 6: EDI]
Ik heb het ze gezegd
I told ‘em
I told ‘em
Hou je kop.
Je stem doet pijn en werkt op mijn zenuwen
Yo, dat is mijn woord, ik sta op het punt om op te stijgen
Breek een stuk van deze trick ass chump
Die diep in zijn hart weet
Hij wil geen funk zien
Als hij dronken is
Yeah that nigga done go to him
Ran through him got him thinking he can ruin
Nu denkt hij dat ik hem achtervolg.
Who’s in, the motherfucking house
(Outlawz)
’97 we put some paw’s on these motherfuckers kaw
[Verse 7: Numskull]
I see the same old shit blame it on the jabber jaw’s who blabber all nigga’s business
Hou je mond voordat ik erin schijt
I got the strength to make their jaw’s tight don’t forget ho’s I got the game to make their draw’s right
Don’t go Hollywood
Dat is wat ze me vertellen
Ze kochten mijn verdomde tape maar ik kan zien dat ze me niet voelden
Toen ze hoorden wat ik zei, begonnen ze te gieren als vogeltjes.
Dronken van de rum bumpin’ gum’s like girlies
Puttin’ they lip’s all on my Henn’ bottle
Neger, rustig aan. Zet de rem op al dat gekibbel.
Kibbel kibbel nigga dit is Oakland Beirut
Stop met je kaken open te doen en denk dat dit allemaal leuk is
[Verse 8: Napoleon]
But it’s this I’m hearing
That young Napoleon is disappearin’
But I cancel that shit for I reverse on this clip
And leave you fucked left right something evil
Mijn hele leven ben ik gevangen geweest door mijn eigen mensen
[Vers 9: Kadafi]
I’m on some shit to make your tummy’s turn
Full clip’s ready to pull quick
Fuck al die bullshit ik ben niet bezorgd
Het is duidelijk.
I need dead president’s the city slicker
Jersey jigger
Voel mijn woonplaats van we draaien
[Verse 10: Napoleon]
Talk about times is hard
Come take a trip down my boulevard
Op eigen risico
Got niggas that’s homeless
But’ll leave you scared
[Verse 11: Kadafi]
Trapped in these bar’s of crime
Droppin’ picture my nine hittin’ cowards up from their feet to their spine
In dit spel gelden alle regels
Zonder uitzonderingen, alle niggas sterven terwijl ze high zijn
With no easy exits
[Verse 12: Napoleon]
Laat je lichaam maar stikken als dit gat begint te roken
All you pussies from here to Hoboken
Leave niggas kaken tight
[Chorus till fade]