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Origineel

[Verse 1: Jay Z] If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one I've got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed Rap critics that say he's Money, Cash, Hoes I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those If you grew up with holes in your zapatos You'd celebrate the minute you was having dough I'm like fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward Got beef with radio if I don't play they show They don't play my hits, well I don't give a shit, so Rap mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give em more cash for ads, fuckers [Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G & Busta Rhymes] Uhh (Check it out) uhh Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top Chillin' on the scene, smokin' pounds of green Oooh-wee, you see, the ugliest Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi' test? And the winner is... [Busta Rhymes] Y'all niggas know the rules I blast on niggas so -- [Notorious B.I.G.] -- my fist never bruise Land-still-cruise, Frank White paid his dues Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa very Look forward to me like commissary All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie Done did it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it Your shit it, just ain't got that LOUD Gold tooth shine like TA-DOW! Biggie Smalls the illest and how, phrase raise your eyebrow By now you figure, he talkin' bout that nigga But your weak-ass assumptions, lead led to dumpin' IV to pump-in, you're feeling something Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift At least six inches, above project fences Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH) Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless (RRUFF) Actor needs chiropractor (HAH, HOO) for cracked jaw Yes I rocked, you tried to box (Hah) Dangerous you're not I gets down (HOO) Twist your body {*singing*} round and round, upside down [Verse Three: Busta Rhymes] C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon Bitch grab your tits, c'mon Let me know you in the spot Bump your fists, c'mon Thugs tote yo' shit We bout to get mo' rich, c'mon Let's blow the club, c'mon Fuck the place up, c'mon Shake yo' nasty ass And make it swing all around, c'mon Yo, make this money Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon Bounce in your whips, c'mon Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon Dangerous MC's My nigga this be the shit, c'mon Dangerous MC's My nigga this be the shit, c'mon [Verse Four: Jay Z] I don't know what you take me as Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me *Beat Fades Out* [2Pac] Westsiiiiddee! Haha [Verse Five: Snoop Dogg] Top Dogg, bite em all Nigga burn the shit up D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C Yeah we hooking back up And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up Thug niggas drug dealers yeah they giving it up Lowlife, yo life Boy we living it up Taking chances while we dancing in the party for sure Slip my ho a forty-fo' and she got in the back do' Bitches looking at me strange but you know I don't care Step up in this motherfucker just a-swanging my hair Bitch quit talking, Crip walk, stay down with the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trap Come back, get back, that's the part of success If you believe in the S you'll be relieving your stress [Bridge: 2Pac] All my niggas on the East Side, throw up your guns All my niggas on the West Side, throw up your guns All my niggas from the East Side, throw up your guns All my niggas from the West Side, throw your guns up Niggas from the East Side, throw up your guns All my niggas from the West Side, throw your guns up All my niggas from the East Side, throw up your guns All my niggas from the West Side, throw your guns up Niggas from the West Side, throw up your guns All niggas from the East Side, throw up your guns All my niggas from the West Side, throw up your guns All my niggas from the East Side, throw your guns up Ha ha ha, yeah nigga, Outlawz yeah, Thug Life Ha ha ha ha ha, yeah, energy makes plenty of enemies, you feel me? Throw your guns up!! [Outro: Nas] (Live Hip Hop, Live) Ain't got nothing to do with Old School (Live Hip Hop, Live) New School, Dirty South (Give Hip Hop, Give) West Coast, East Coast, this about us (Give Hip Hop, Give) This our thing, you know what I'm saying (Stay Hip Hop, Stay) This came from the gut, from the blood (Stay Hip Hop, Stay) From the soul, right here, man (I Pray Hip Hop, Pray) This is our thing, man

 

Vertaling

[Verse 1: Jay Z] If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son Ik heb 99 problemen maar een teef is er niet één Ik heb de Rap Patrouille op de gat patrouille Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed Rap critici die zeggen dat hij geld, cash en hoeren is. Ik kom uit de achterbuurt, wat zijn dat voor feiten? Als je opgroeide met gaten in je zapatos Je zou vieren op het moment dat je poen had Ik ben als fuck critici, je kan mijn hele reet kussen Als je mijn teksten niet leuk vindt, kun je vooruit spoelen Ik heb problemen met de radio als ik hun show niet speel. Ze draaien mijn hits niet, nou ik geef er geen reet om, dus Rap bladen proberen mijn zwarte kont te gebruiken Zodat adverteerders ze meer geld kunnen geven voor advertenties, fuckers [Verse Twee: Notorious B.I.G & Busta Rhymes] Uhh (Check it out) uhh Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top Chillin' on the scene, smokin' pounds of green Oooh-wee, zie je, de lelijkste Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness Negen millimeter pik test, wil je een test? En de winnaar is... [Busta Rhymes] Y'all niggas know the rules I blast on niggas so -- [Notorious B.I.G.] -- my fist never bruise Land-still-cruise, Frank White paid his dues Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa very Look forward to me like commissary Plotseling, nu iedereen Big Willie Het is gebeurd, kom op, laat je hoofd splijten Of laat je nek doorsnijden, geef het toe, je hebt het overdreven Je shit, is gewoon niet zo luid Gold tooth shine like TA-DOW! Biggie Smalls is de beste en hoe, zinnen trekken je wenkbrauw op Nu snap je het wel, hij heeft het over die nigga. But your weak-ass assumptions, lead led to dumpin' IV to pump-in, you're feeling something Vat mijn drift, of vang mijn vier-vijfde lift Minstens zes inches, boven project hekken Verander vlees in gehakt, sprongen veranderen in flinches Als ik regen, drijf ik, ruimde je parkbankjes op (HAH) Miste je door speldenprikken (HOO) je praatjes zijn zinloos (RRUFF) Acteur heeft chiropractor nodig (HAH, HOO) voor gebarsten kaak Ja ik wiegde, je probeerde te boksen (Hah) Gevaarlijk ben je niet ik word down (HOO) Draai je lichaam {*singing*} rond en rond, ondersteboven [Verse Drie: Busta Rhymes] C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon Bitch grab your tits, c'mon Let me know you in the spot Bump your fists, c'mon Thugs tote yo' shit We staan op het punt om rijk te worden, kom op Laten we de club opblazen, kom op Fuck the place up, c'mon Shake yo' nasty ass And make it swing all around, c'mon Yo, maak dit geld Gooi je buit op de grond, kom op Bounce in your whips, c'mon Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon Dangerous MC's My nigga this be the shit, c'mon Dangerous MC's My nigga this be the shit, c'mon [Verse Vier: Jay Z] I don't know what you take me as Of de intelligentie begrijpt die Jay-Z heeft Ik ben van vodden naar rijkdom, niggas ik ben niet dom Ik heb 99 problemen, maar een teef is er niet één, raak me. *Beat Fades Out* [2Pac] Westsiiiiddee! Haha [Verse Vijf: Snoop Dogg] Top Dogg, bijt ze allemaal Nigga burn the shit up D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C Yeah we hooking back up And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up Thug niggas drugsdealers yeah they giving it up Lowlife, yo life Boy we living it up Taking chances while we dancing in the party for sure Slip my ho a forty-fo' and she got in the back do' Bitches kijken me vreemd aan maar je weet dat het me niet kan schelen Step up in this motherfucker just a-swanging my hair Bitch stop met praten, Crip walk, stay down with the set Neem een kogel met wat lul en neem deze dope van deze jet Buiten de stad, leg het neer voor de vader van Rap. En als je kont gekraakt wordt, bitch hou je klep dicht Kom terug, kom terug, dat is het deel van succes If you believe in the S you'll be relieving your stress [Bridge: 2Pac] All my niggas on the East Side, throw up your guns All my niggas on the West Side, throw up your guns Al mijn niggas van de East Side, gooi je wapens omhoog All my niggas from the West Side, gooi je wapens omhoog Niggas van de East Side, gooi je wapens omhoog Al mijn niggas van de West Side, gooi je wapens omhoog All my niggas from the East Side, throw up your guns Al mijn niggas van de West Side, gooi je wapens omhoog Niggas from the West Side, gooi je wapens omhoog Alle niggas van de East Side, gooi je wapens omhoog Al mijn niggas van de West Side, gooi je wapens omhoog Al mijn nikkers van de East Side, gooi je wapens omhoog Ha ha ha, yeah nigga, Outlawz yeah, Thug Life Ha ha ha ha, yeah, energy makes plenty of enemies, you feel me? Gooi je wapens omhoog!! [Outro: Nas] (Live Hip Hop, Live) Heeft niks te maken met Old School (Live Hip Hop, Live) New School, Dirty South (Give Hip Hop, Give) West Coast, East Coast, this about us Dit is ons ding, je weet wat ik zeg. Dit kwam uit de buik, uit het bloed. Van de ziel, precies hier, man. Dit is ons ding, man.