Origineel
[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track
Yeah, I know how it go (Yeah)
You put in your work, you deserve it (Huh?)
You realize it was all really worth it (Huh?)
You was still on your grind, you put in plenty time
And they didn’t undstand (Them niggas was sleep)
You woke they ass up, but there ain’t no alarm
And you know who I am
(Oh Lord, Jetson Made another one)
[Chorus]
Ayy, who you is, nigga? I’m like the 2Pac of the new shit
A hundred thousand hoes and they like the way I do shit
I’m the realest nigga rappin’ and my bitch like Jada Pinkett
I’m the fresh prince of my city, shout out Will, no point intended
Ayy who you is, nigga? I’m like the 2Pac of the new shit
A hundred thousand hoes and they like the way I do shit
I’m the realest nigga rappin’ and my bitch like Jada Pinkett
I’m the fresh prince of my city, shout out Will, no point intended
Ayy who you is, nigga?
[Verse]
Shout out to Will Smith, I’m a bad boy (Huh)
She pretty and she got that ass (Ass)
I asked her what she got that ass for (Huh)
I told her to shut up and back it up (Shut up)
You niggas ain’t good, you don’t rap enough (Nope)
Got on a bandana like Pac (Pac)
You gon’ run up on me in a MAC and coat (Yeah yeah)
I couldn’t get right, the driver’s seat
Hop out and switch, we gon’ fuck in the passenger (Ayy, ayy)
And you know I don’t flop when I drop
Everything that I drop is a classic, I’m classical
And she make that dick disappear like it’s magic
My bitch, she do magic, she magical (Voila)
She came and hopped on my dick on a Saturday
Had to hold on, she a savage (Ayy, ayy)
Put the bitch on a play, jumpin’ her like LA (Ayy, ayy)
Few, few, proud of me
I’m tryna deep stroke (Deep stroke)
Gettin’ hard to hold on, I can’t handle it (Yeah)
Pull out and bust on her belly (Ugh)
Throw up the West, Makaveli (West Side)
I get a ride like I’m Pac (Huh)
I’ma act like a thot if you let me (Bitch)
[Chorus]
Ayy who you is, nigga? I’m like the 2Pac of the new shit
A hundred thousand hoes and they like the way I do shit
I’m the realest nigga rappin’ and my bitch like Jada Pinkett
I’m the fresh prince of my city, shout out Will, no point intended
Ayy who you is, nigga? I’m like the 2Pac of the new shit
A hundred thousand hoes and they like the way I do shit
I’m the realest nigga rappin’ and my bitch like Jada Pinkett
I’m the fresh prince of my city, shout out Will, no point intended
Ayy who you is, nigga?
Vertaling
[Intro]
Yung Lan op de track
Yeah, I know how it go (Yeah)
You put in your work, you deserve it (Huh?)
You realize it was all really worth it (Huh?)
Je was nog steeds bezig, je hebt er veel tijd in gestoken.
En ze begrepen het niet. Die negers sliepen.
Je hebt ze wakker gemaakt, maar er is geen alarm.
En je weet wie ik ben.
(Oh Lord, Jetson heeft er weer een gemaakt)
[Chorus]
Ayy, who you is, nigga? Ik ben als de 2Pac van de nieuwe shit
Honderdduizend hoeren en ze houden van de manier waarop ik shit doe
I’m the realest nigga rappin’ and my bitch like Jada Pinkett
Ik ben de fresh prince van mijn stad, shout out Will, no point intended
Ayy wie ben jij, nigga? Ik ben als de 2Pac van de nieuwe shit
Honderdduizend hoeren en ze houden van de manier waarop ik shit doe
I’m the realest nigga rappin’ and my bitch like Jada Pinkett
Ik ben de fresh prince van mijn stad, shout out Will, no point intended
Ayy wie ben jij, nigga?
[Verse]
Shout out to Will Smith, I’m a bad boy (Huh)
Ze is mooi en ze heeft zo’n kont.
Ik vroeg haar waar ze die kont voor had.
I told her to shut up and back it up
Jullie nikkers zijn niet goed, jullie rappen niet genoeg.
Got on a bandana like Pac (Pac)
Je loopt op me af in een MAC en jas.
I couldn’t get right, the driver’s seat
Hop out and switch, we gon’ fuck in the passenger (Ayy, ayy)
And you know I don’t flop when I drop
Alles wat ik laat vallen is een klassieker, ik ben klassiek
And she make that dick disappear like it’s magic
My bitch, she do magic, she magical (Voila)
Ze kwam en sprong op mijn lul op een zaterdag
Had to hold on, she a savage (Ayy, ayy)
Put the bitch on a play, jumpin’ her like LA (Ayy, ayy)
Few, few, proud of me
I’m tryna deep stroke (Diepe slag)
Gettin ‘moeilijk om vast te houden, ik kan het niet aan (Yeah)
Pull out and bust on her belly (Ugh)
Throw up the West, Makaveli (West Side)
I get a ride like I’m Pac (Huh)
I’ma act like a thot if you let me (Bitch)
[Chorus]
Ayy wie ben jij, nigga? I’m like the 2Pac of the new shit
Honderdduizend hoeren en ze houden van de manier waarop ik shit doe
I’m the realest nigga rappin’ and my bitch like Jada Pinkett
Ik ben de fresh prince van mijn stad, shout out Will, no point intended
Ayy wie ben jij, nigga? I’m like the 2Pac of the new shit
Honderdduizend hoeren en ze houden van de manier waarop ik shit doe
I’m the realest nigga rappin’ and my bitch like Jada Pinkett
Ik ben de fresh prince van mijn stad, shout out Will, no point intended
Ayy wie ben jij, nigga?