Origineel
[Spoken Intro]
Action, Hmmmmm
[Chorus]
I’m goin down down baby, yo’ street in a Range Rover (c’mon)
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 goin down down baby, yo’ 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 rollin on dubs
Smokin on dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puffs
Sippin Bud, gettin perved and getting dubbed
Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs
And it’s all because, ‘ccumulated enough stretch
Just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome
And it’s candy painted, fans fainted – while I’m entertainin
Wild ain’t it? How me and money end up hangin
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
Playa my style’s raw, I’m “Born to Mack” like Todd Shaw
Forget the fame, and the glamour
Give me D’s wit a rubber hammer
My grammar be’s ebonics, gin tonic and chronic
Fuck bionic it’s ironic, slammin niggas like Onyx
Lunatics til the day I die
I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics
[Chorus]
I’m goin down down baby, yo’ street in a Range Rover (c’mon)
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 goin down down baby, yo’ 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, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga
How nigga? Ask me again and it’s goin down nigga
Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga
Pound niggas, what you be givin when I’m around nigga
Frown niggas, talkin 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 yo’ 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
‘ouisiana, all my niggas wit “Country Grammar”
Smokin blunts in Savannah
Blow thirty mill’ like I’m Hammer
[Chorus]
I’m goin down down baby, yo’ street in a Range Rover (c’mon)
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 goin down down baby, yo’ 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 milli-ons
So you niggas quit actin silly, mon
Kid quicker than Billy, mon
Talkin really and I need it mon
Foes I kick em freely mon, ‘specially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon – holla at Beenie Man
See me, mon, cheifin rollin deeper than any mon
Through Jennings mon, through U-City back up to Kingsland
Wit nice niggas, sheist 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 havin dough, cause my price Range is Rover
Now I’m knockin 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 (Whoo!) Fuckin lesbian twins now
Seein now, through the pen I make my ends now
[Chorus]
I’m goin down down baby, yo’ street in a Range Rover (c’mon)
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 goin down down baby, yo’ 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
[Spoken Intro]
actie, Hmmmmm
[Chorus]
I’m goin down down baby, yo’ street in a Range Rover (c’mon)
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go (HOT SHIT!)
Shimmy shimmy cocoa wat? Listen it pound
Steek het aan en neem een trekje, geef het nu aan mij
I’m goin down down baby, yo’ street in a Range Rover
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go
Shimmy shimmy cocoa wat? Listen it pound
Steek het aan en neem een trekje, geef het nu aan mij
[Verse 1]
Mmmmm, je kan me vinden, in St. Louis rollin on dubs
Smokin on dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puffs
Sippin Bud, gettin perved and getting dubbed
Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs
And it’s all because, ‘ccumulated enough stretch
Just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome
And it’s candy painted, fans fainted – while I’m entertainin
Wild is het niet? How me and money end up hangin
I hang with Hannibal Lector (HOT SHIT!) so feel me when I bring it
Zing het luid (wat?) Ik ben van de Lou’ en ik ben trots
Run a mile – for the cause, I’m righteous above the law
Playa 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 it’s ironic, slammin niggas like Onyx
Lunatics tot de dag dat ik sterf
I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics
[Chorus]
I’m goin down down baby, yo’ street in a Range Rover (c’mon)
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go (HOT SHIT!)
Shimmy shimmy cocoa wat? Listen it pound
Steek het aan en neem een trekje, geef het nu aan mij
I’m goin down down baby, yo’ street in a Range Rover
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen it pound
Steek het aan en neem een trekje, geef het nu aan mij
[Verse 2]
Who say pretty boys can’t be wild niggas?
Loud niggas, O.K. Corral niggas
Foul niggas, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga
Hoe gaat het, nigga? Vraag het me nog een keer en het gaat gebeuren.
Kom naar het circus en kijk hoe ik de clown uithang.
Pound niggas, wat geef je als ik in de buurt ben nigga
Frown niggas, talkin shit when I leave the town nigga
Zeg eens, kunnen jullie hoeren nu naar buiten komen om te spelen
Hé, ik ben klaar om je in stukken te snijden
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 naar Alabama
L-A, New York Yankee niggas naar Hotlanta
Ouisiana, al mijn niggas met “Country Grammar”
Smokin blunts in Savannah
Blow thirty mill’ like I’m Hammer
[Chorus]
I’m goin down down baby, yo’ street in a Range Rover (c’mon)
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go (HOT SHIT!)
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen it pound
Steek het aan en neem een trekje, geef het nu aan mij door
I’m goin down down baby, yo’ street in a Range Rover
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
[Verse 3]
Let’s show these cats to make these milli-ons
So you niggas quit actin silly, mon
Kid is sneller dan Billy, mon
Talkin really and I need it mon
Foes I kick them freely mon, ‘specially off Remi, mon
De sleutels van mijn BMW, mon – holla naar Beenie Man
Zie me, Mon, cheifin rollin deeper than any Mon
Door Jennings Mon, door U-City terug naar Kingsland
With nice niggas, sheist niggas who snake yo’ life niggas
Trife niggas, who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga
(HOT SHIT!) Ice niggas, all over close to never sober
Van blut naar rijk, want mijn prijsklasse is Rover
Now I’m knockin like Jehovah – let me in now, let me in now
Bill Gates, Donald Trump laat me nu binnen
Spin now, I got money to lend my friends now
We in now, candy Benz, Kenwood and 10 “s now
Ik win nu (Whoo!) Fuckin lesbische tweeling nu
Seein now, through the pen I make my ends now
[Chorus]
I’m goin down down baby, yo’ street in a Range Rover (c’mon)
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go (HOT SHIT!)
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
I’m goin down down baby, yo’ street in a Range Rover
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now