Origineel
[Intro: Redman]
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Get your ass up, and let's get ill
That's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin' your bluff
And when it comes to rhymes... (Brick City)
[Verse 1: Pos & Dove]
Yo, don't scandalize
Mine, I spent too much time
Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk
Never fetchin' for crime, halt! Who goes there?
Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin' Smokey the Bear
Shinin' black like Darth Vader caps, they on stare
While we rockin' it, I'll rock in it (rock in it)
Like the little ball inside the spray can providing three
Coats for both child, woman and man
[Chorus: Redman]
God bless the God, lay these Streets Wall to Wall
It go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It went, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
[Verse 2: Pos & Dove]
It ain't my fault
Your ass is on the asphalt, got your chin touched
By my fam who though you brought harm, you see
I'm iced out like a glass of tea, better yet
Oatmeal cookies, y'all just rookies to me
Slidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can D
Why try? Maseo be gettin' high since
Luke was Luke Skywalk', man, my
Topic of talk is sheddin' shame all over your game
Like them shorties who claim that afrocentric lovin' is the
Past drug, a life filled with (*GUNS*)
That's what thugs love, snatch you fast, wrap that ass
In the rug of your choice while it muffles your voice
Now when I'm swimmin' through the joint, I put the funk on hold
'Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up, we run up a tab
And gladly add a little extra for miss
Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss
Most crews are post-current while we're forever
Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated from the you-and-I-versity
Of hard-hitters, for real
[Chorus: Redman]
I got niggas
In the streets that'll blast your ass for the shine and get
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, if you a fat chick gettin' your fuck on tonight
Then go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin' our sound
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, and to my broke niggas on the corner holdin' me down
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
[Verse 3: Dove, Pos & Redman]
Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong
I had plans to buy more land, plant corn
Bust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacks
Set backs is gonna get my ass P.E. hostile
Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat
Big money's make the big decisions, keep hip-hop
Alive, it's just an intermission
Back to the second half of the feature flick
Dick stacks and fuck rap. I had a name for makin' paper
Since papier-mâché
Now my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play
While you broke niggas reach drunk much quicker
You don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor
Went from God to God damn, damn God, you're killin' it
Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it
Rap cats talk with no will in it
Soundin' like they virtual, this joint'll hurt you, yo
Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed
(shhh shhh shh, shhhhh) They did a job, took all the goodies
Out from under the tree, except the CD's
Of shiny-suit rappers and flossin' emcees
Who fail at takin' it to rhyme degrees
Man, you know no wack poems get no play in our homes
You need to not get nappy with me or else we gon'"Relax your mind, let your conscious be free"
[Chorus: Redman]
Yo, where my Wall Street niggas, if ya up in the stands, go
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk-ass man, go
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed, Brick City go
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Vertaling
[Intro: Redman]
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Get your ass up, and let's get ill
That's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin' your bluff
And when it comes to rhymes... (Brick City)
[Verse 1: Pos & Dove]
Yo, don't scandalize
Mine, I spent too much time
Straight talk met de vangst te etsen mijn lijn lopen
Nooit fetchin 'voor de misdaad, halt! Wie gaat daar?
Yo, het is de knijp van vijf vingers, puffin' Smokey the Bear
Shinin' black like Darth Vader caps, they on stare
While we rockin' it, I'll rock in it (rock in it)
Zoals het kleine balletje in de spuitbus die drie
Coats for both child, woman and man
[Refrein: Redman]
God bless the God, lay these Streets Wall to Wall
It go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, je bent neergeknald als een flikker door die rivaliserende kliek
Het ging, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
[Verse 2: Pos & Dove]
It ain't my fault
Your ass is on the asphalt, got your chin touched
By my fam who though you brought harm, you see
I'm iced out like a glass of tea, better yet
Havermoutkoekjes, jullie zijn allemaal groentjes voor mij
Slidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can D
Waarom proberen? Maseo wordt al high sinds
Luke Skywalk' was, man, mijn
Onderwerp van gesprek is het verspreiden van schaamte over je spel.
Zoals die kleintjes die beweren dat afrocentrische liefde...
Past drug, a life filled with (*GUNS*)
Dat is waar boeven van houden, pakken je snel, wikkelen die kont
In het tapijt van je keuze terwijl het je stem dempt
Now when I'm swimmin' through the joint, I put the funk on hold
'Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up, we run up a tab
And gladly add a little extra for miss
Flitsende gezichten met grotere lippen om die kont te kussen
Most crews are post-current while we're forever
Directe beats die aanstekelijk zijn, geliefd bij alle leeftijden
Afgestudeerd van de jij-en-ik-versiteit
Of hard-hitters, for real
[Refrein: Redman]
I got niggas
In the streets that'll blast your ass for the shine and get
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, if you a fat chick gettin' your fuck on tonight
Dan ga - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, zet je handen tegenover de grond als je van ons geluid houdt
Ga, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, and to my broke niggas on the corner holdin' me down
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
[Verse 3: Dove, Pos & Redman]
Yo, ik zweer het Tommy gaat het krijgen, hij heeft me verkeerd gedaan
I had plans to buy more land, plant corn
Kernels verbrijzelen op hitte, hard werken zoals wetbacks
Set backs is gonna get my ass P.E. hostile
Rockwilder de beat, top dollar nederlaag
Big money's make the big decisions, keep hip-hop
Alive, it's just an intermission
Terug naar de tweede helft van de speelfilm
Dick stacks en fuck rap. I had a name for makin' paper
Sinds papier-maché
Nu gaan mijn dollar munten samen met yen ponden om te spelen
Terwijl jullie nikkers veel sneller dronken worden
Je maakt niet genoeg brood om al je drank op te drinken
Ging van God naar God verdomme, verdomme God, je bent het aan het doden
Zou het moeten incorporeren, investeer er een half miljoen in
Rap katten praten zonder wilskracht
Soundin' like they virtual, this joint'll hurt you, yo
Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed
Ze deden een klus, namen alle goodies
onder de boom vandaan, behalve de cd's
Van blinkende rappers en flossende emcees
Who fail at takin' it to rhyme degrees
Man, je weet dat er geen slechte gedichten worden gespeeld in onze huizen
Je moet niet pissig op me worden of anders gaan we "Relax your mind, let your conscious be free"
[Chorus: Redman]
Yo, where my Wall Street niggas, if ya up in the stands, go
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk-ass man, go
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, als je nog nooit neergeschoten of gestoken bent, Brick City ga
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, ik moet een taxi terug nemen naar het labo zodat ik kan roken
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!