Origineel
[Intro]
Yeah
Just call me young
My money grown though, by the way
Ha ha, let’s go
Ha ha ha, Young, you already know what time it is
Let’s go
[Hook]
Said I’m young by the way, the one by the way
I ain’t trippin’ I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. Front up on me know I’m gonna shoot by the way
I said it’s on by the way, I’m in the zone by the way
You can call me Mr. Get ‘Em gone by the way
I did it by the way, I was with it by the way
I talk it like I did it cause I lived it by the way
[Verse 1]
What ya say Young
The boy might go nuts, holes in niggas just like donuts
My kreme be krispy, these niggas can’t get me
Must be the wrong size cause these niggas can’t fit me
Never let ‘em play me, never let ‘em bullshit me
If they ever bullshit me, send the coroner to get me
And when the coroner come get me, I’mma take you pussies with me
I ain’t trustin’ 12 shots, you know I keep them choppers with me
And I don’t trust you Bumba clots, you know I keep them shotta’s with me
Can’t let the goons get bored, gotta keep them niggas busy
And I ain’t trustin’ nobody, so I took my money with me
Cause last time they got me get me get me
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Stay on it by the way, I want it by the way
Take it to ya mama’s mama house where everybody stay
Where everybody sleep, leave everybody sleep
Have a baby by who, that’s everybody’s freak
Baby like a drycleaners, done seen everybodys sheets
Take ‘em straight to the hood, let everybody eat
I went down they went down, now everybody cheap
Or should I say cheaper maybe even lower
Ya’ll niggas gettin’ missed if ya’ll talk any slower
Then ya flow a be screwed, now that a be rude
I demand my respect, plus I gotta sack
Had the Westside crackin’ ask about in the map
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I turned a brick into a clothing line, a Boost commercial
And they still talkin’ yola, so who’s commercial?
Young like Noah I move them birds by the two
Daddy need to smoke, the coupe need a pair of shoes
I keep my A.I. on still won’t cross over
I gotta half a box left I think I need more soda
Hustlin” since I was ten still ain’t met Sosa
I just got this thing in it’s too big for a holster
They say I’m bipolar so indecisive
So muthafuckin’ what I know some bitches who like it
The real niggas recite it, the real bitches they love it
It’s just the way that I thug it it’s what they want I’m like fuck it
[Hook]
Vertaling
[Intro]
Yeah
Noem me maar jong
My money grown though, by the way
Ha ha, let’s go
Ha ha ha, Young, je weet al hoe laat het is
Let’s go
[Hook]
Said I’m young by the way, the one by the way
I ain’t trippin’ I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. Front weet dat ik ga schieten, tussen haakjes
Ik zei toch dat het aan was, ik ben in de zone, trouwens
Je mag me Mr. Get ‘Em gone noemen, trouwens
Ik deed het trouwens, ik was erbij, trouwens
I talk it like I did it cause I lived it by the way
[Verse 1]
What ya say Young
The boy might go nuts, holes in niggas just like donuts
My kreme be krispy, these niggas can’t get me
Must be the wrong size cause these niggas can’t fit me
Laat ze me nooit bespelen, laat ze me nooit in de maling nemen
Als ze me ooit in de maling nemen, stuur dan de lijkschouwer om me te halen.
En als de lijkschouwer me komt halen, neem ik jullie mietjes met me mee.
Ik vertrouw geen 12 schoten, je weet dat ik die helikopters bij me heb
En ik vertrouw jullie Bumba clots niet, je weet dat ik die shotta’s bij me heb
Ik kan de sukkels zich niet laten vervelen, ik moet ze bezig houden
En ik vertrouw niemand, dus heb ik mijn geld meegenomen
Want de laatste keer pakten ze me, pakten ze me.
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Blijf bij de weg, ik wil het bij de weg
Breng het naar je moeders huis waar iedereen verblijft
Waar iedereen slaapt, laat iedereen slapen
Have a baby by who, that’s everybody’s freak
Baby like a drycleaners, done seen everybodys sheets
Breng ze recht naar de kap, laat iedereen eten
I went down they went down, now everybody cheap
Of moet ik zeggen goedkoper misschien zelfs lager
Jullie nikkers worden gemist als jullie nog langzamer praten
Dan ben je de lul, dat is onbeleefd
I demand my respect, plus I gotta sack
Had the Westside crackin’ ask about in the map
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I turned a brick into a clothing line, a Boost commercial
And they still talkin’ yola, so who’s commercial?
Young like Noah I move them birds by the two
Daddy need to smoke, the coupe need a pair of shoes
I keep my A.I. on still won’t cross over
I gotta half a box left I think I need more soda
Hustlin’ since I was ten yet ain’t met Sosa
Ik heb dit ding net in, het is te groot voor een holster
They say I’m bipolar so indecisive
So muthafuckin’ what I know some bitches who like it
De echte niggas reciteren het, de echte bitches zijn er gek op
It’s just the way that I thug it it’s what they want I’m like fuck it
[Hook]