Origineel
|Intro: Treach (Method Man)|
And y’all thought it was over
(Nah nah it ain’t over ’til the fat bitch sings my nigga)
We ready to Rock & Roll God damn it?
(Fuck Yeah)
Dirty Jers’/New Jerusaluem
(Shaolin)
Naughty by Nature motherfuckers
(Wu-Tang my niggas)
Grab your hat bitch
(C’mon!)
|Hook: Method Man|
Dum-dum-dum there they go (x4)
|Treach|
Gettin the realism, statin’ the great prism
Journalism, the Moses writin’, graffitti on the state prison
Hard to steal, last year, slash a pop hit
Hate related, he’s the closest that I lost since Pac (2Pac)
Got the Glock blown, ready to Rock & Roll
Give me a shot that go up the most
Cop the blow, nock us no
Finger fuck the fair place, that’s in the stairway
Gut a motherfucker, gotta die to get airplay
If I can’t spray the airwaves, like a great AK
You stay where you lay babe, “fuck you” is what I dare say
Hatin’ niggas cuz it ain’t passion for rappin’ or axin’
So sell extortion and jackin’, what’s happenin’?
What’s that? The clappin’, they’rekidnappin’ Sergeants and Captains
I’ll be mackin’ and actin’ like a nigga scratchin’ for super passion
(Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! C’mon!)
|Chorus: Treach (Method Man)|
Rotten and dazed cuz I may not be here tomorrow (eye-ee-eye, eye-ee-eye)
World feel the sorrow, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo
Bullets in, barrels off, urban apparel
Like I told you before, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo
Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) {Ready to Rock & Roll}
Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) {Ready to Rock & Roll}
Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) {Ready to Rock & Roll}
|Method Man|
M.C.’s have the right to remain silent
Everything you say can and will be held against y’all punk muh’fuckers
And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see ya
Me need ya? That’ll be the.. day, ya bustas
Son suffer, the consequences, for askin’
Competition get an ass kickin’ so tremendous
I throw my draws in it
Who representin’ for The Projects tennants since Day One?
Shit is gettin’ deep out here, run your garments son
Like niggas when the police department come
Yes y’all, Mef y’all, stank ass an’ all
I’m too off the hook it don’t make no sense to call
1-900-Eat-shit, I get get my cobra cock
Might death blow, close your eye
Chorus
|Redman|
Ready to Rock & Roll, I lock your load
I blow the block some mo’
Undercover like sellin’ cops some blow
Bring a pain killer, my name ring a bell
Orangutang, I throw it up like gang members
Crunk as fuck, walkin’ in with the pump tucked
Punks get it nigga, we even jump sluts
How ‘bout a dump truck sellin’ 2 for 5
I ride with tools I made out of school supplies
I show you it’s not serious for y’all
Trouble, I got a phone on my wrist to call (bubble)
You niggas know when you pissed ‘em off
I turn gorilla with football equipment on
Cla-cloaw-cla-cloaw, I’m ‘bout to tap ya foul
Danger, when the last Rotten Rascal out
Hang up, phone calls ain’t gon’ happen now
An’ I’m straight facin’, you niggas can’t ask around
Chorus x2
Vertaling
|Intro: Treach (Method Man)
And you’all thought it was over
(Nah nah het is nog niet over tot de dikke teef zingt, mijn neger)
We ready to Rock & Roll God damn it?
(Fuck Yeah)
Dirty Jers’/New Jerusaluem
(Shaolin)
Naughty by Nature motherfuckers
(Wu-Tang my niggas)
Grab your hat bitch
(C’mon!)
|Hook: Method Man|
Dum-dum-dum daar gaan ze (x4)
*Treach *
Gettin the realism, statin’ the great prism
Journalism, the Moses writin’, graffitti on the state prison
Hard to steal, last year, slash a pop hit
Hate related, he’s the closest that I lost since Pac (2Pac)
Got the Glock blown, ready to Rock & Roll
Give me a shot that go up the most
Cop the blow, nock us no
Finger fuck the fair place, that’s in the stairway
Gut a motherfucker, gotta die to get airplay
Als ik de ether niet kan bestrijken, als een grote AK
Blijf waar je ligt schat, “fuck you” is wat ik durf te zeggen
Ik haat negers omdat het geen passie is om te rappen of te bijten.
Dus verkoop afpersing en jackin’, wat gebeurt er?
Wat is dat? Het geklap, ze zijn sergeanten en kapiteins aan het pesten.
I’ll be mackin’ and actin’ like a nigga scratchin’ for super passion
(Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! Kom op!)
|Chorus: Treach (Method Man)|
Rotten and dazed cuz I may not be here tomorrow (eye-ee-eye, eye-ee-eye)
World feel the sorrow, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo
Bullets in, barrels off, urban apparel
Zoals ik je al eerder zei, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo
Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum) {Klaar om te Rock & Rollen}
Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum) {Ready to Rock & Roll}
Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum) {Ready to Rock & Roll}
|Methode Man
M.C.’s hebben het recht om te zwijgen.
Alles wat je zegt kan en zal tegen jullie worden gebruikt.
En Mef kan jullie alleen vertrouwen voor zover ik jullie kan zien.
Heb ik je nodig? Dat zal de… dag zijn, ya bustas
Zoon lijd, de gevolgen, voor askin’
Concurrentie krijgt zo’n enorme schop onder z’n kont
Ik gooi mijn kloten erin
Wie vertegenwoordigt de huurders van The Projects sinds de eerste dag?
De stront zit hier diep, doe je kleren uit, zoon.
Zoals niggas wanneer de politie komt
Ja jullie allemaal, Mef jullie allemaal, stink kont en al
I’m too off the hook it don’t make no sense to call
1-900-Eat-shit, I get my cobra cock
Might death blow, close your eye
Chorus
*Redman *
Ready to Rock & Roll, I lock your load
I blow the block some mo’
Undercover like sellin’ cops some blow
Bring a pain killer, my name ring a bell
Orangutang, I throw it up like gang members
Crunk as fuck, walkin’ in with the pump tucked
Punks get it nigga, we even jump sletten
Hoe zit het met een kiepwagen die 2 voor 5 verkoopt?
I ride with tools I made out of school supplies
Ik laat je zien dat het niet serieus is voor jullie allemaal
Trouble, I got a phone on my wrist to call (bubble)
Jullie nikkers weten wanneer je ze kwaad hebt gemaakt.
I turn gorilla with football equipment on
Cla-cloaw-cla-cloaw, ik sta op het punt je een tik te geven
Danger, when the last Rotten Rascal out
Hang op, telefoontjes gaan nu niet meer gebeuren
An’ I’m straight facin’, you niggas can’t ask around
Refrein x2