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Ain’t nobody as hot as us East side, west side, north side, south side Let’s ride, uh, the GOAT is now taking over the building It’s time for some of that ol’, that good ol’ Yankee up north Dirty south, Yankee music Uh, it ain’t where you from, homey It’s how hot you are, Nicolette, let’s, come on I be that, girl who straight pop from the N.Y. Doing my thing, all day, yeah it’s her Nicolette on the track, matter fact, bring it back Tell me what you think about her Who you know with a flow so loco On a dirty south track from the N.Y. though I be on it, I be on it, y’all cats don’t really want it Y’all don’t want it, y’all just fronting, homeboy, then back up off me I’m a young fly soldier, thought I told ya, wack cats is gon’ be over I’m a supernova, controller, anything that I get I hold up I’m a supernova, controller, anything that I get I hold up Take it back up to the N.Y., show ‘em how we do, what we do and why Keep ballin’ in our ride, driving show, I pass ‘em by You see our paper, haters hating but it’s still all good And if you looking for me, you can catch me in my hood Just doing my thing, got the ring bling, don’t get it misunderstood Nicolette, LL, on the same track, bring it back, tell me what you Think about that Boys trynna holla, but I ain’t having that You better have game, you better come correct Ya Girl Nicolette, don’t like lame cats Tell me what you think about that, let’s go [Chorus] Love that you made money, really don’t matter If I see her from a far, this what I yell at her Hey, over there, over there Ho, get over here, get over here In your club with your girls, I’m in here with my mans Won’t your girls meet my boys, we can all be friends Hey, over there, over there Ho, get over here, get over here Got to get it popping, the track is knocking, the Bentley’s rocking Overdose I’m suppose to roast ‘em, with every bar I’m dropping Every time I drop they copping, every single line I lay is locking You a hater, boy, stop your plotting, it’ll be your blood we mopping Talk about that major flavor, keyed up, cut like a razor Lyrically I stake and bake ya, you can see I get that paper Wear jet black like Darth Vader, hopping out on playa haters It’s in my n-n-nature, never been a smoother operator Switch it up, hit it up, get it up, let it up Your girl from the back, like giddy up How come I run, you like my son, I blow the whole god damn city up Inside that long white milky Bentley like I just picked Diddy up Think about that while you doubt that, you a fake mac, you can’t count that Hop all off then I bounce back, got ‘em looking a wolf pack outback I’m from where them GOAT GOAT, shout that Ask Master P, I’m bout that Everybody know I’m holding, in the party, pocket swollen Rock and rolling, competition catching coals in they colon [Chorus] What up y’all, y’all know us Know the party ain’t ill til we show up Once we hit the scene, the chicks go nuts Sorry if I intervene, ma, but so what Pour more cups of the drink, cups of the guz stop Til I’m all drunk in the place, burn the kush to the face Making the dudes wanna hate, ‘cause we them new dudes in the state Yeah, we in the club just chilling, be, yeah, baby feeling me Feel like a barbecue, shorty keep grilling me up In the club doing stacks where a ceiling be Do it well, ask LL dog feeling me Dudes not feeling me, because we walked in the door Looking flier than airplanes, it’s not touching the floor It do what it do, get the flow get you, and it move The body move to the tune, yes sir DJ let it boom in the room Shit’s just there, like and now your boy here We hot like June, gon’ drop real soon Let ‘em know that Queens in the house We jam ride from to the north to the side, I’m a young back, just shut Your mouth Shut your mouth, turn it around, Shake a little bit, drop down to the ground Most of the time, don’t stop or pound, Before we wasn’t it but be popping now Popping now, people love us when we dropping the sound Come to your hood, we be rocking your town Go to the show we rocking the crowd, Get gwop by the thou’, wow Come on and roll with the kid, back to the crib Car real fast, bed real big Just like that, I’ma get them stacks Got ‘em screaming out, my neck, my back Work it all night, this ain’t no tease You gonna be scarred, I’ma sweat that weave Now you can’t drive, it’s too much speed Just sit back and enjoy that breeze In the whip today, but not tomorrow That’s the life of a superstar Wanna be involved, better be aware Ticky Diamondz got women everywhere Do it on the floor, stairs to the chair Do it on the beat, please, hands to stare Got you on the beach, you out somewhere Got your girl screaming that it ain’t that fair Baby come true, got enough bread Switch to the truck, nothing more said Kid don’t play, just do clean That’s what it is, when I come from Queens Do my lean, big black truck Coming through like I’m moving that stuff I just get checks, just get neck Girls I’m afraid, running round butt naked Gotta go, back to the grind Back to the tracks, back to the rhymes Burn a little haze, I let my rhyme [Chorus]

Vertaling

Er is niemand zo heet als wij East side, west side, north side, south side Let’s ride, uh, the GOAT is now taking over the building It’s time for some of that ol’, that good ol’ Yankee up north Dirty south, Yankee music Uh, het is niet waar je vandaan komt, homey It’s how hot you are, Nicolette, let’s, come on I be that, girl who straight pop from the N.Y. Doing my thing, all day, yeah it’s her Nicolette on the track, matter fact, bring it back Vertel me wat je van haar vindt Who you know with a flow so loco On a dirty south track from the N.Y. though I be on it, I be on it, y’all cats don’t really want it Jullie willen het niet, jullie fronsen alleen maar, homeboy, ga dan van me af Ik ben een jonge vlieg soldaat, ik dacht dat ik het je zei, wack cats is gonna’ be over Ik ben een supernova, regelaar, alles wat ik krijg, hou ik hoog Ik ben een supernova, regelaar, alles wat ik krijg, hou ik omhoog Take it back to the N.Y., show ‘em how we do, what we do and why Keep ballin’ in our ride, driving show, I pass ‘em by Je ziet onze krant, haters haten maar het is nog steeds allemaal goed And if you looking for me, you can catch me in my hood Just doing my thing, got the ring bling, don’t get it misunderstood Nicolette, LL, on the same track, bring it back, tell me what you Think about that Boys trynna holla, but I ain’t having that Je kunt maar beter spel hebben, je kunt maar beter correct komen Ya Girl Nicolette, don’t like lame cats Zeg me wat je ervan denkt, laten we gaan [Chorus] Ik vind het fijn dat je geld hebt verdiend, het maakt niet uit If I see her from a far, this what I yell at her Hey, over there, over there Ho, kom hier, kom hier In jouw club met jouw meisjes, ik ben hier met mijn mannen Willen jouw meisjes mijn jongens niet ontmoeten, we kunnen allemaal vrienden zijn Hey, over there, over there Ho, kom hier, kom hier Got to get it popping, the track is knocking, the Bentley’s rocking Overdose I’m suppose to roast ‘em, with every bar I’m dropping Every time I drop they copping, every single line I lay is locking Jij bent een hater, jongen, stop je plotten, het zal jouw bloed zijn dat we dweilen Praat over die grote smaak, keyed up, cut like a razor Lyrically I stake and bake ya, you can see I get that paper Draag gitzwart als Darth Vader, hopend op playa haters It’s in my n-n-nature, never been a smoother operator Switch it up, hit it up, get it up, let it up Your girl from the back, like giddy up How come I run, you like my son, I blow the whole god damn city up Inside that long white milky Bentley like I just picked Diddy up Denk daar maar eens over na terwijl je dat betwijfelt, jij nep mac, dat kun je niet tellen Ik spring terug, ik laat ze eruit zien als een wolf. I’m from where them GOAT GOAT, shout that. Ask Master P, I’m bout that. Everybody know I’m holding, in the party, pocket swollen Rock and rolling, competition catching coals in they colon [Chorus] What up y’all, y’all know us Know the party ain’t ill til we show up Once we hit the scene, the chicks go nuts Sorry als ik tussenbeide kom, ma, maar so what Pour more cups of the drink, cups of the guz stop Til I’m all drunk in the place, burn the kush to the face Ik maak dat de jongens willen haten, omdat wij de nieuwe jongens zijn in de staat Yeah, we in the club just chilling, be, yeah, baby feeling me Feel like a barbecue, shorty keep grilling me up In the club doing stacks where a ceiling be Doe het goed, vraag LL dog feeling me Dudes not feeling me, because we walked in the door Het ziet er vlieger dan vliegtuigen, het is niet het aanraken van de vloer It do what it do, get the flow get you, and it move The body move to the tune, yes sir DJ let it boom in the room Shit’s just there, like and now your boy here We hot like June, gon’ drop real soon Let ‘em know that Queens in the house We jam ride from to the north to the side, I’m a young back, just shut Hou je mond. Shut your mouth, turn it around, Shake a little bit, drop down to the ground Meestal, niet stoppen of stampen, Vroeger waren we het niet maar nu knallen Popping now, people love us when we dropping the sound Come to your hood, we be rocking your town Go to the show we rocking the crowd, Get gwop by the thou’, wow Come on and roll with the kid, back to the crib Car real fast, bed real big Just like that, I’ma get them stacks Got ‘em screaming out, my neck, my back Werk het de hele nacht, dit is geen plagen Je gaat een litteken krijgen, Ik ga zweten dat weven Nu kan je niet rijden, het is te veel snelheid Leun achterover en geniet van dat briesje In de zweep vandaag, maar niet morgen Dat is het leven van een superster Als je betrokken wilt zijn, moet je opletten Ticky Diamondz heeft overal vrouwen Doe het op de vloer, trap naar de stoel Doe het op de beat, alsjeblieft, handen om te staren Ik heb je op het strand, jij ergens buiten Got your girl screaming that it ain’t that fair Baby come true, got enough bread Switch to the truck, nothing more said Kid don’t play, just do clean That’s what it is, when I come from Queens Do my lean, big black truck Ik kom door alsof ik dat spul verplaats I just get checks, just get neck Girls I’m afraid, running round butt naked Gotta go, back to the grind Back to the tracks, back to the rhymes Burn a little haze, I let my rhyme [Chorus]