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Origineel

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] My name, L-U-P that trill nigga Lean on me like Bill Withers I’m a shark fin you a seal flipper No liquor, no weed, no pills nigga Still I feel I still iller Cat burglar with the skills nigga No codeine, old lean, still ODing and I cod I still with you Feel like a film, you a still picture No movement, I’m a movie screen On syrup, no sir, did it all sober like Gucci Mane From showing off I do refrain But in the v12 I do be staying On the low yes I do remain But I can pull up more autos like 2 T-Pains 2 Kanyes, 2 Lil Waynes, 5 good watches 3 good chainz Please don’t think that it’s coochie mane My heart running cold like choo choo trains Trae Tha Truth and Bun B, they my kinfolk All my friends fuck a fan from the intro Been dope since the dog in the trench coat Now you gotta try and keep them off of this flow Like I just swept, and I just mopped And it’s still wet, so you better not I’m a macbook, I go anywhere And you can’t go, you’re a desktop So, I know exactly where to find y’all You can find me too, all you gotta do Is follow all the foot prints that I left in your Pine-Sol [Hook: Z-Ro] Good weed, good drank, big money, man Rolling in something foreign no leather, grippin I handle my business, so I think I deserve to get throwed Get throwed, throwed, throwed [Verse 2: Killa Kyleon] Leanin' to the left, keep a deuce in my linen, man Time money, what I just call it, call it minute made All I do is ball like the ‘Stros off in Minute Maid So I rock diamonds like the field, that's Minute Maid Renegade, Em and Jay, real nigga anyway So I’m gettin' money homeboy that’s plenty paid I got racks on racks, that’s stacks on stacks While you broke ass niggas lookin' sad gettin' penny paid Out rappin' these square ass niggas like burritos So I see chips, y’all niggas see Cheetos Ben Franks on me, plus Jacks like Tito Them other niggas fly, but they ain’t fly as me though Got wings, hot wings, Superman, where my cape at On like phones, goddamn I know they hate that I’m a bad boy so my pockets lookin' Puffy like ? I rap a lot like J and his son named Jas, I make good music like Kanye jams So I’m taking off like a runway fast, in that new model, that’s runway cash SS Chevy, sittin' on 4's I got a stomachache, I’m shittin' on hoes For my 20's, still pouring that shit up Iron Man chest, chain got my shit lit up [Hook: Z-Ro] Good weed, good drank, big money, man Rolling in something foreign no leather, grippin I handle my business, so I think I deserve to get throwed Get throwed, throwed, throwed [Verse 3: Twista] I got a million flows in my arsenal Take a listen I will spit at you a bar or 2 I could come with something simple or more instrumental so coming up with the lyrics will be hard to do So intricate with my rock out can make you catch a ? can make her listen what that nigga doing ? saying damn a nigga flowin ? coming up with a predicate they feeling me i’m a human encyclopedia I keep it low-key instead of acting like a clown in front of the public cause I dont the like the media But I come with the piff, and the heat and the shit and crack My flow arsenic, methamphetamine, cocaine, anthrax [Hook: Z-Ro] Good weed, good drank, big money, man Rolling in something foreign no leather, grippin I handle my business, so I think I deserve to get throwed Get throwed, throwed, throwed

 

Vertaling

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Mijn naam, L-U-P die trillende nigga Lean on me like Bill Withers I'm a shark fin you a seal flipper No liquor, no weed, no pills nigga Still I feel I still iller Kat inbreker met de vaardigheden nigga No codeine, old lean, still ODing and I cod I still with you Voel me als een film, jij een stilstaand beeld Geen beweging, ik ben een filmscherm Op siroop, nee meneer, deed het allemaal nuchter zoals Gucci Mane Van pronken onthoud ik me Maar in de v12 blijf ik wel On the low yes I do remain Maar ik kan meer auto's trekken zoals 2 T-Pains 2 Kanyes, 2 Lil Waynes, 5 good watches 3 goede Chainz Denk alsjeblieft niet dat het coochie mane is My heart running cold like choo choo trains Trae Tha Truth and Bun B, they my kinfolk Al mijn vrienden neuken een fan van de intro Been dope since the dog in the trench coat Nu moet je proberen om ze van deze flow af te houden Like I just swept, and I just mopped En het is nog nat, dus je kunt beter niet Ik ben een Macbook, ik ga overal heen En jij kan niet gaan, jij bent een desktop Dus, ik weet precies waar ik jullie allemaal kan vinden Jullie kunnen mij ook vinden, alles wat je moet doen Is alle voetafdrukken volgen die ik achterliet in jullie Pine-Sol [Hook: Z-Ro] Good weed, good drank, big money, man Rolling in something foreign no leather, grippin I handle my business, so I think I deserve to get throwed Get throwed, throwed, throwed [Verse 2: Killa Kyleon] Leanin' to the left, keep a deuce in my linen, man Tijd geld, hoe ik het noem, noem het minuut gemaakt All I do is ball like the 'Stros off in Minute Maid So I rock diamonds like the field, that's Minute Maid Renegade, Em and Jay, real nigga anyway So I'm gettin' money homeboy that's plenty paid Ik heb stapels op stapels, dat is stapels op stapels Terwijl jullie zielige nikkers zielig kijken en geen cent krijgen. Buiten rappen deze vierkante reet niggas als burritos So I see chips, y'all niggas see Cheetos Ben Franks op mij, plus Jacks zoals Tito Die andere niggas vliegen, maar ze vliegen niet zoals ik Got wings, hot wings, Superman, where my cape at On like phones, goddamn I know they hate that I'm a bad boy so my pockets lookin' Puffy like ? I rap a lot like J and his son named Jas, I make good music like Kanye jams So I'm taking off like a runway fast, in that new model, that's runway cash SS Chevy, sittin' on 4's I got a stomachache, I'm shittin' on hoes Voor mijn twintiger jaren, giet ik nog steeds die shit op Iron Man chest, chain got my shit lit up [Hook: Z-Ro] Good weed, good drank, big money, man Rolling in something foreign no leather, grippin I handle my business, so I think I deserve to get throwed Get throwed, throwed, throwed [Verse 3: Twista] I got a million flows in my arsenal Take a listen I will spit at you a bar or 2 I could come with something simple or more instrumental so coming up with the lyrics will be difficult to do Dus ingewikkeld met mijn rock uit kan je vangen een ? kan haar luisteren wat die nigga doen ? zeggen verdomme een nigga flowin ? coming up with a predicate they feeling me i'm a human encyclopedia ? Ik hou het low-key in plaats van te gedragen als een clown in de voorkant van het publiek, want ik hou niet van de media But I come with the piff, and the heat and the shit and crack My flow arsenic, methamphetamine, cocaine, anthrax [Hook: Z-Ro] Good weed, good drank, big money, man Rolling in something foreign no leather, grippin I handle my business, so I think I deserve to get throwed Get throwed, throwed, throwed