Origineel
We been a block like top notches
Gold things and topless
Hoes jockin reflections and diamonds from my watches
What’s poppin? Smokin on veggas and kill switches
Homies twisted and fitted in EB and Hilfiger
Real niggas on my side ballin out of control
And all the hoes know we got the north financially sold
On the road, doing shows, backstage with hoes
Nobody knows what goes down once the doors is closed
Playa clickin on the scene, smokin Sacramento green
Leave as we sweep down your street in something clean
On a mission pimpin, flippin up chips to make a livin
Concentrate on millions, and sick of dealin these killins
It’s another hustle everyday but I maintain
Caught up in this struggle, so I refuse to gangbang
Got my mind on bigtime, that this whole world owe us
Hollow Tip and the whole high side fittin to
Chorus:
Blow Up (everytime)
We don’t have, we don’t have to rush (let’s not rush this thing)
It’s not worth it (it’s guaranteed that we)
Blow Up (we’ll make, we’ll make money)
Blow Up
Now I’m on the rise, and more exposed to my eyes
I’m in the 95 Maxima the limits the sky
High siden Eddie Bauer, I’m the man of the hour
Top dollar, with a hairy ball on my collar
Dry my eyes from all the rainy days
And slingin yay, now when we parley
Gold things spin to the bay
And to the day we close down shop
We got tapes to sling $50,000 knot
Sippin expensive drinks, 18k links
And more sophisticated than a top notch can think
In the industry risin, and we still high siden
Something fully equipped, Nautica and diamonds
Thought I wasn’t sliden up in um cause I’m hollow
When Rimmie Marks swallows out the $30 bottle
When the Lexus roll up, babygirl hold up
Because I’m down with high side my whole clique fittin to
Chorus
I’m on a mission about my mail, million dollar clientele
Nationwide I’m satisfied, but decide it was hell
I had to struggle hard to be financially stable
But now I’m in the light with hundred spokes on my label
Loungin in condos, sittin on leather and brass
Lookin at big screens, my Tommy Hil’s full of cash
Can you imagine it, my whole crew havin it
Tuxedos and Benzes and automatic clips
On a rise to the top it’s a trip nonstop
We in this game for the millions, scrilla over props
Gold things touch the ground, like green crush it down
Let my 15’s hit till the hoes say must it pound
I’m the man across the land, pay my bills by the grand
Hoes rush me, tryin to touch me, got top notch fans
Now the struggle is over, no more jobs only your love
All these haters still talkin but they can watch a nigga
Chorus
Hollow Hollow, Hollow Hollow, Hollow Hollow..
It ain’t worth it
Sac Town, Sac Town, Sac Town, Sac Town
(fades) We can blow up..
Vertaling
We zijn een blok geweest zoals top inkepingen
Gold things and topless
Hoes jockin reflecties en diamanten van mijn horloges
What’s poppin? Smokin on veggas and kill switches
Homies twisted and fitted in EB and Hilfiger
Real niggas on my side ballin out of control
And all the hoes know we got the north financially sold
Op de weg, shows doen, backstage met hoeren
Niemand weet wat er gebeurt als de deuren dicht zijn
Playa clickin on the scene, smokin Sacramento green
Laat ons je straat schoonvegen in iets schoons
On a mission pimpin, flippin up chips to make a livin
Concentreer je op miljoenen, en ben ziek van het dealen van deze moorden
Het is elke dag een andere hustle, maar ik hou vol
Gevangen in deze strijd, dus ik weiger te gangbangen
Ik heb mijn zinnen gezet op bigtime, dat deze hele wereld ons schuldig is.
Hollow Tip en de hele hoge kant fittin te
Chorus:
Blow Up (everytime)
We don’t have, we don’t have to rush (let’s not rush this thing)
It’s not worth it (het is gegarandeerd dat we)
Blow Up (we zullen geld verdienen, we zullen geld verdienen)
Blow Up
Now I’m on the rise, and more exposed to my eyes
I’m in the 95 Maxima the limits the sky
High siden Eddie Bauer, I’m the man of the hour
Top dollar, met een harige bal op mijn kraag
Dry my eyes from all the rainy days
En slingin yay, now when we parley
Gold things spin to the bay
And to the day we close down shop
We got tapes to sling $50,000 knot
Sippin expensive drinks, 18k links
And more sophisticated than a top notch can think
In de stijgende industrie, en we zijn nog steeds high siden
Iets volledig uitgerust, Nautica en diamanten
Thought I wasn’t sliden up in um cause I’m hollow
When Rimmie Marks swallows out the $30 bottle
When the Lexus roll up, babygirl hold up
Because I’m down with high side my whole clique fittin to
Chorus
I’m on a mission about my mail, million dollar clientele
Nationwide I’m satisfied, but decide it was hell
I had to struggle hard to be financially stable
Maar nu sta ik in het licht met honderd spaken op mijn label
Loungin in condos, sittin on leather and brass
Kijkend naar grote schermen, mijn Tommy Hil’s vol met geld
Can you imagine it, my whole crew havin it
Smokings en Benzes en automatische clips
Op weg naar de top is het een reis non-stop
We zitten in dit spel voor de miljoenen, scrilla over rekwisieten
Gouden dingen raken de grond, zoals groen het verplettert
Let my 15’s hit till the hoes say must it pound
I’m the man across the land, pay my bills by the grand
Hoes rush me, tryin to touch me, got top notch fans
Now the struggle is over, no more jobs only your love
Al deze haters praten nog steeds, maar ze kunnen een nigga bekijken
Chorus
Hollow Hollow, Hollow Hollow, Hollow Hollow…
Het is het niet waard
Sac Town, Sac Town, Sac Town, Sac Town
We kunnen ons opblazen…