Origineel
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
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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
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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]