Origineel
[Hook: Kevin Gates]
If you get in the way, I want to clean up brigade
Beat up your face
No surrender, me no run away
If you get in the way, I want to clean up brigade
Beat up your face
No surrender, me no run away
[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Last time I checked, I wasn’t soft on these streets
Bled and fought, win, lose, or draw on these streets
Rob a seven fifty, got taught on these streets
Open shopping, hotels
Serve raw on these streets
Jumps feel tough and the shot gun pop one
Wanted me a mouth-piece but Bow Wow’s got one
Eatin’ when they sleepin’
Feedin’ my aggression
Ease when they be, watch them freeze under pressure
Lyrically inclined I post and represent
Shit no, sick flow
Throw some medicine
X-Macmilicon
Young, black militant
Cash on the stash god damn, magnificent
[Pre Bridge: x2]
Might as well sag my pants everywhere I go
You know I’mma show my ass everywhere I go
[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
2002, close case
I shot him in the face (No surrender, me no run away)
I couldn’t get at the nigga, so I made it my point to get at his bitch
Check me out, look
Up in sovereign when I saw you dancin’
Approach her from behind like do ya damn ting
She tellin’ me she feelin my Jamaican accent
So I walked up by the leavy trying to break her back-in
[x2]
She pullin’ on my dreads she call me Mr. Lova
I’m send me love to Shabba Ranks, she call me Mr. Lova
We’re all going on a summer holiday
Hustle in the drow, we can run the holiday
We’re all going on a summer holiday
Hustle in the drow, tryna run the holiday
[Pre Bridge: x2]
Might as well sag my pants everywhere I go
You know Ima show my ass everywhere I go
Vertaling
[Hook: Kevin Gates]
If you get in the way, I want to clean up brigade
In elkaar slaan in je gezicht
No surrender, me no run away
If you get in the way, I want to clean up brigade
Beat up your face
No surrender, me no run away
[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Last time I checked, I wasn’t soft on these streets
Gebloed en gevochten, gewonnen, verloren, of gelijk op deze straten
Rob a seven fifty, got taught on these streets
Open shopping, hotels
Serveer rauw op deze straten
Sprongen voelen stoer en de shot gun pop one
Ik wilde een mondstuk, maar Bow Wow’s heeft er een
Eatin’ when they sleepin’
Feedin’ my aggression
Ease when they be, watch them freeze under pressure
Tekstueel geneigd post ik en vertegenwoordig
Shit nee, zieke flow
Gooi wat medicijn
X-Macmilicon
Jong, zwart militant
Cash on the stash god damn, magnificent
[Pre Bridge: x2]
Ik kan net zo goed mijn broek laten zakken overal waar ik ga
You know I’mma show my ass everywhere I go
[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
2002, close case
I shot him in the face (No surrender, me no run away)
I couldn’t get at the nigga, so I made it my point to get at his bitch
Check me out, look
Up in sovereign when I saw you dancin’
Benader haar van achteren en doe je verdomde ding
She tellin’ me she feelin my Jamaican accent
So I walked up by the leavy trying to break her back-in
[x2]
Ze trok aan mijn dreads en noemde me Mr. Lova
Ik zend mijn liefde naar Shabba Ranks, ze noemt me Mr. Lova
We gaan allemaal op zomervakantie
Hustle in the drow, we can run the holiday
We gaan met z’n allen op zomervakantie
Hustle in the drow, tryna run the holiday
[Pre Bridge: x2]
Ik kan net zo goed mijn broek laten zakken overal waar ik ga
Je weet dat ik overal waar ik ga mijn kont laat zien