Origineel
[Intro]
Hot Shit (Hot Shit)
[Chorus]
Mmmmm, I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
(Come on!)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go
(Hot Shit)
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
[Verse 1]
Mmmmm, you can find me in St. Louis rolling on dubs
Smoking on dubs in clubs, blowing up like Cocoa Puffs
Sipping Bud’, getting perved and getting dubbed
Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs and it’s
All because accumulated enough scratch just to
Navigate it, wood decorated on chrome and it’s
Candy painted, fans fainting while I’m entertaining
Wild, ain’t it? How me and money get acquainted
I hang with Hannibal Lector (Hot shit!)
So feel me when I bring it
Sing it loud (What?), I’m from the Lou’ and I’m proud
Run a mile for the ‘cause, I’m righteous above the law
Player my style’s raw, I’m Born to Mack, like Todd Shaw
Forget the fame and the glamour, give me D’s with a rubber hammer
My grammar be’s Ebonics, gin, tonic, and chronic
Fuck Bionic, it’s ironic, slamming niggas like Onyx
Lunatics till the day I die
I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics
[Chorus]
I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
(Come on!)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go
(Hot Shit)
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
[Verse 2]
Who say pretty boys can’t be
Wild niggas, loud niggas, O.K. Corral niggas
Foul niggas, running the club and busting the crowd, nigga
“How nigga?” Ask me again and it’s going down, nigga
Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown, nigga
Pound niggas, what you be giving when I’m around nigga
Frown niggas, talking that shit when I leave the town, nigga
Say now, can you hoes come out to play now
Hey, I’m ready to cut you up any day now
Play by my rules Boo and you gon’ stay high
May I answer your Third Question like A.I
Say hi, to my niggas left in the slamma
From St. Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up to Indiana
Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama
L.A., New York Yankee niggas, to Hotlanta
Louisiana, all my niggas with “Country Grammar”
Smoking blunts in Savannah, blow thirty mil’, like I’m Hammer
[Chorus]
I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
(Come on!)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go
(Hot Shit)
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
[Verse 3]
Let’s show these cats to make these
Millions so you niggas quit acting silly, mon
Kid quicker than Billy, mon, talking really and I need it mon
Flows, I kick ‘em freely mon, especially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Bimmer, mon, holla at Beenie Man
See me, mon, chiefin’, rollin’ deeper than any mon
Through Jennings mon, through U-City back up to Kingsland
With nice niggas, shiest niggas who snatch yo’ life, niggas
Trife niggas who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga
(Hot shit!) Ice niggas, all over close to never sober
From broke to having brokers: my price-range is Rover
Now I’m knocking like Jehovah; let me in now, let me in now
Bill Gates, Donald Trump, let me in now
Spin now, I got money to lend my friends now
We in now, candy Benz, Kenwood and 10’s now
I win now (Woo!), fucking lesbian twins now
Seeing now, through the pen I make my ends now
[Chorus]
I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
(Come on!)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go
(Hot Shit)
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
Vertaling
[Intro]
Hot Shit (Hete shit)
[refrein]
Mmmmm, Ik ga naar beneden, beneden, baby, jouw straat, in een Range Rover
(kom op!)
Straatveger baby, gespannen, klaar om te gaan
(Hete shit)
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa wat, luister naar het stampen
Steek hem aan en neem een trekje, geef hem nu aan mij
I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
Straatveger baby, gespannen, klaar om te gaan
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa wat, luister naar het stampen
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
[Verse 1]
Mmmmm, you can find me in St. Louis rolling on dubs
Roken op dubs in clubs, blowen als Cocoa Puffs
Sippend aan Bud, getting perved and getting dubbed
Daps en hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs and it’s
All because accumulated enough scratch just to
Navigeren het, hout versierd op chroom en het is
Candy geschilderd, fans die flauwvallen terwijl ik me vermaak
Wild, is het niet? Hoe ik en geld elkaar leren kennen
I hang with Hannibal Lector (Hot shit!)
Dus voel me als ik het breng
Zing het luid (Wat?), Ik ben van de Lou’ en ik ben trots
Ren een mijl voor de ‘cause, I’m righteous above the law
Player my style’s raw, I’m Born to Mack, like Todd Shaw
Vergeet de roem en de glamour, geef me D’s met een rubberen hamer
Mijn grammatica is Ebonics, gin, tonic, en chronisch
Fuck Bionic, het is ironisch, slamming niggas like Onyx
Lunatics tot de dag dat ik sterf
I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics
[Chorus]
I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
(Kom op!)
Straatveger baby, gespannen, klaar om te gaan
(Hot Shit)
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa wat, luister naar het stampen
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
Straatveger baby, gespannen, klaar om te gaan
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
[Verse 2]
Who say pretty boys can’t be
Wild niggas, loud niggas, O.K. Corral niggas
Foul niggas, running the club and busting the crowd, nigga
“Hoe nigga?” Vraag ’t me nog ’n keer en ’t gaat gebeuren, nigga
Kom naar het circus en kijk hoe ik de clown uithang.
Pound niggas, wat geef je als ik in de buurt ben nigga
Fronsende nikkers, die onzin uitkramen als ik de stad uit ben, nikker
Zeg eens, kunnen jullie hoeren nu komen spelen
Hey, ik ben klaar om je in stukken te snijden elke dag nu
Speel volgens mijn regels Boo en je zult high blijven
Mag ik je derde vraag beantwoorden zoals A.I
Zeg hallo, tegen mijn niggas die in de slamma zijn achtergelaten
Van St. Louis tot Memphis, van Texas terug naar Indiana
Chi-Town, K.C., Motown tot Alabama
L.A., New York Yankee niggas, naar Hotlanta
Louisiana, al mijn niggas met “Country Grammar”
Blunts roken in Savannah, dertig miljoen blowen, alsof ik Hammer ben
[Chorus]
I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
(kom op!)
Straatveger baby, gespannen, klaar om te gaan
(Hot Shit)
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
[Verse 3]
Let’s show these cats to make these
Millions so you niggas quit acting silly, mon
Kid sneller dan Billy, mon, praten echt en ik heb het nodig mon
Flows, I kick ‘em freely mon, especially off Remi, mon
Sleutels van mijn auto, mon, holla naar Beenie Man
Zie me, mon, chiefin’, rollin’ deeper than any mon
Door Jennings mon, door U-City terug naar Kingsland
With nice niggas, shiest niggas who snatch yo’ life, niggas
Trife niggas die produceren en twee keer dezelfde beat verkopen, nigga
(Hot shit!) Ice niggas, all over close to never sober
Van blut tot met makelaars: mijn prijsklasse is Rover
Nu klop ik als Jehova; laat me nu binnen, laat me nu binnen
Bill Gates, Donald Trump, laat me nu binnen
Draai nu, ik heb geld om mijn vrienden nu te lenen
We in now, candy Benz, Kenwood and 10’s now
Ik win nu (Woo!), fucking lesbische tweeling nu
Nu zien, door de pen maak ik nu mijn eindjes aan elkaar
[Chorus]
I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
(Kom op!)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go
(Hot Shit)
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
I’m going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go
Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now