Origineel
Fat Joe:
Baby u could keep a secret
Calca
Cribs Mania
Hey, hey
Fresh off the runway
Pair white nikes
Phantom top drop on that I nine five
Pink see suckers who but
I on my way to party a corut NY
Now I ain’t gotta tell you
That them boys pop bottles
And mami’s lookin like america’s top model
She says your earing look at
That thing that’s even bigger
Than the rock on my ring
Now she gotta man who plays for the hawks
I’m like cum on ma you know me run New York
Jays in the background put u to bed
Says she got brains so I’m looking ahead
And I’m looking for bread
I gotta eat on these streets shyt
17.5 bout to holla at Jeezy
I’m a real Nigga
Real niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret
Is the song that I sing
Yaddamean
Chorus: (J.Holiday)
Baby I won’t tell
If you don’t want me to
Cause I gotta thing for you
L do anything for ya
(Girl anything for you)
Baby I won’t tell
I never do bad to you
Cause Baby you got it
And you got me
I gotta thing for ya
[Fat Joe:]
A material girl
In a material world
Venus, Serina
Ma cereal girls
What you know about having dinner on a jet
Make it back before
The DJ’s finished with his set
Now they call me the birdman
When them doors ajar
Ghost ride the whip like
I’m from Oakland ya’ll
It’s the crack man
And he ain’t got a shot the don
The wrist is jacob earing chopard
Went to chows for chows out
Know it’s da same thing
Bills so high
They throwing the champagne
I’m a real nigga real
Niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret
Is the song that I sing
Yaddamean
[Chorus]
Vertaling
Fat Joe:
Baby you could keep a secret
Calca
Cribs Mania
Hey, hey
Fresh off the runway
Paar witte nikes
Phantom top drop on that I nine five
Pink see suckers who but
I on my way to party a corut NY
Nu hoef ik je niet te vertellen
Dat die jongens flessen vol knallen
En mami’s lijkt op Amerika’s topmodel
She says your earing look at
That thing that’s even bigger
Than the rock on my ring
Now she got man who plays for the hawks
I’m like cum on ma you know me run New York
Jays op de achtergrond brengen je naar bed.
Says says she got brains so I’m looking ahead
And I’m looking for bread
I gotta eat on these streets shyt
17.5 bout to holla at Jeezy
I’m a real Nigga
Echte niggas doen echte dingen
En ik kan een geheim bewaren
Is het liedje dat ik zing
Yaddamean
Refrein: (J.Holiday)
Schatje ik zal het niet vertellen
If you don’t want me to
Cause I gotta thing for you
Ik doe alles voor je
(meisje alles voor jou)
Baby I won’t tell
I never do bad to you
Cause Baby you got it
And you got me
I gotta thing for ya
[Fat Joe:]
A material girl
In a material world
Venus, Serina
Ma cereal girls
Wat je weet over eten in een jet
Zorg dat je terug bent voordat
De DJ klaar is met zijn set
Nu noemen ze me de vogelman
Als de deuren op een kier staan
Ghost ride the whip like
I’m from Oakland ya’ll
It’s the crack man
And he ain’t got a shot the don
De pols is Jacob Earing Chopard
Ging naar Chows voor Chows uit
Know it’s da same thing
Rekeningen zo hoog
They throwing the champagne
I’m a real nigga real
Niggas do real things
En ik kan een geheim bewaren
Is het liedje dat ik zing
Yaddamean
[refrein]