Origineel
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Bank accounts, big cars
Living good like a movie star
My mama house ain’t in the hood no more
I moved her out to San Lu’ Obispo
But it’s a trip, though, ‘cause I’m a 20 Crip though
I gotta lay low, my homies wanna do low
I got two strikes and I’m gonna get my third
These niggas snitching on me, they think I’m selling birds
So when I’m in the streets, I’m quick on my feet
See, talk is cheap so I stay quick on my heat
You niggas bad? Well, Dogg is badder
“Rat-a-tatta!”, make you niggas scatter
I one shotta, your boy want me now
Went to the station, that nigga straight point me out (Snitch)
So I’ma lay away and spray away and spray away
‘Cause at this time I think it’s best to just stay away
[Chorus: Mr. Porter]
They say I am a fool
‘Cause I like to do my thing my own way (My own way)
I gotta couple strikes against me
One more and I’m on my way (I’m on my way)
I ain’t got time to hang around the hood like I used to do
I gotta get my bread, keep my head
It’s either go to jail or get this money instead
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Separate, elevate
Concentrate, dominate, and innovate
Try to be, fly as me
And every other homie tell a lie to me
I need a deal, I need some stones
I need some beats, Dogg, I need a loan
Help me out, throw me some cash
If I got it, you got it and you ain’t got to ask
But on the real – or is it lately?
A lot of homies done tried to implicate me
They say I changed; is it the fame?
If I throw it to you, then charge it to the game
Money fold: overload
In the hood, another episode
Man, I’m getting old, the game cold
Yeah, I’m from the dub, but that ain’t how I roll
[Chorus: Mr. Porter]
They say I am a fool
‘Cause I like to do my thing my own way (My own way)
I gotta couple strikes against me
One more and I’m on my way (I’m on my way)
I ain’t got time to hang around the hood like I used to do
I gotta get my bread, keep my head
It’s either go to jail or get this money instead
Vertaling
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Bankrekeningen, grote auto’s
Living good like a movie star
My mama house ain’t in the hood no more
I moved her out to San Lu’ Obispo
But it’s a trip, though, ‘cause I’m a 20 Crip though
I gotta lay low, my homies wanna do low
I got two strikes and I’m gonna get my third
Deze nikkers verraden me, ze denken dat ik vogels verkoop
Dus als ik op straat ben, ben ik snel ter been
Zie je, praten is goedkoop dus ik blijf snel op mijn hoede
Zijn jullie niggas slecht? Nou, Dogg is nog erger.
“Rat-a-tatta!”, maak dat jullie niggas wegkomen
I one shotta, your boy want me now
Ging naar het station, die neger wees me meteen aan (Snitch)
So I’ma lay away and spray away and spray away
‘Cause at this time I think it’s best to stay away
[Chorus: Mr. Porter]
They say I am a fool
Cause I like to do my thing my own way
I gotta couple strikes against me
One more and I’m on my way
I ain’t got time to hang around the hood like I used to do
Ik moet mijn brood verdienen, mijn hoofd erbij houden
Het is of naar de gevangenis gaan of in plaats daarvan dit geld krijgen
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Scheiden, verheffen
Concentreer, domineer, en innoveer
Try to be, fly as me
And every other homie tell a lie to me
I need a deal, I need some stones
Ik heb wat beats nodig, Dogg, Ik heb een lening nodig
Help me, gooi me wat geld
If I got it, you got it and you ain’t got to ask
But on the real – or is it lately?
Een hoop homies hebben geprobeerd om mij erbij te betrekken.
Ze zeggen dat ik veranderd ben; is het de roem?
Als ik het aan jou geef, geef het dan aan het spel
Money fold: overload
In the hood, another episode
Man, ik word oud, het spel koud
Yeah, I’m from the dub, but that ain’t how I roll
[Chorus: Mr. Porter]
They say I am a fool
‘Cause I like to do my thing my own way (My own way)
I gotta couple strikes against me
One more and I’m on my way
I ain’t got time to hang around the hood like I used to do
Ik moet mijn brood verdienen, mijn hoofd erbij houden
It’s either go to jail or get this money instead