Origineel
“Retarded”
[Verse 1]
I’m stackin,rappin but if I just so happen was itI probably would be posted up thugin, sellin crack are somethin
I had 2 leave it alone cause the rats are something
Look kike my return won’t be long
The streets keep asking 4 me
Young savage on the mound game ova now
I’m in Houston and A Town where’s the muthafuckin crown
I don’t have no fuckin friends
I’m solo now
Put my trust and my mack 10 bitch don’t let me down
Coloaborate
Just fuck wit them that’s makin me sick
Sbroil bitches don’t want share
So I’m taking dis shit
I’m a 110 street cat and had my back against tha hope
No money, no love,just tears,weed, blood, and hoes
I’m like slim these niggas don’t feel my pain
A ninety-nine problems and but a bitch ain’t one
Ghetto stories, gangsta musik, thank big labels ain’t come
Shitd we just trying see which one
[Chorus:]
I’m so retarded
And I’m gon all hard and
My game mutheafuckin bitch brains up
And I just getting started
They hate 2 see a nigga ballin
They rather see a nigga coughin
But rap money, street money I’m gon see money
Bitch nigga ragarded
[Verse 2]
If the shit ain’t funny den I can’t grin And if it don’t make money it don’t make sense If you really
ain’t bout nothing You better zip your lips cause around here stuntin nigga emp yo clip
My grand so ridickuless You can call me da clips
Cause I slap all my bitches you can call me a pimp I’m like the hood candy lady
I got them chips
I got hoes wit J.Lo faces and Beyonce hips
2 home boys doin 7 can’t wait till da touch
So many people up in heaven dat I miss so much
vest up up wit my chest and stomach not becuz I’m scared
But no they coming i hope they don’t shoot 4 my head
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
18 riding lacks nigga
How you hate dat?
Do it big bad bitch give me dat shake back nigga
y’all ain’t got do shit
Just leave it 2 me Push record 4 yo boyand lay back and kick up yo beat
turn up da beat
A pen paper give me one sheet Put a barcode on it
Disrebute dis heat
I got tha biggest fuckin bug buzzin in dis streets
I know you heard a young savage Trill E-N-T
But you forgot bout me
Thought i was gone where i’m gone go
I run dis mutha fucker
I’m the spice in da gumbo
I’m bout my fuckin paper man dats all I fuckin want more
you gone gets wats mine
Oh no, you a dumb hoe
Still good,still can get you right on da down low
It never snow in Baton Rouge
I’m da nigga wit da snow
2 let y’all niggas do y’all thang so I hope y’all been gettin it
Wat up playa
I’m da new mayor of da city nigga
[Chorus]
Vertaling
“Retarded”
[Verse 1]
I’m stackin,rappin but if I just so happen was itI probably would be posted up thugin, sellin crack are somethin
I had 2 leave it alone cause the rats are something
Kijk Kike, mijn terugkeer zal niet lang duren.
De straten blijven naar me vragen.
Young savage on the mound game ova now
Ik ben in Houston en A Town waar is de verdomde kroon
Ik heb geen verdomde vrienden
I’m solo now
Put my trust and my mack 10 bitch don’t let me down
Coloaborate
Neuk gewoon met ze, dat maakt me ziek.
Sbroil bitches don’t want share
So I’m taking dis shit
I’m a 110 street cat and had my back against tha hope
No money, no love, just tears, weed, blood, and hoes
I’m like slim these niggas don’t feel my pain
A ninety-nine problems and but a bitch ain’t one
Ghetto stories, gangsta musik, thank big labels ain’t come
Shitd we just trying see which one
[Chorus:]
I’m so retarded
And I’m gon all hard and
My game mutheafuckin bitch brains up
And I just getting started
They hate 2 see a nigga ballin
They rather see a nigga coughin
But rap money, street money I’m gonna see money
Bitch nigga ragarded
[Verse 2]
If the shit ain’t funny den I can’t grin And if it don’t make money it don’t make sense If you really
nergens om gaat, kun je beter je mond houden, want hier is een stuntneger, emp yo clip
My grand so ridickuless You can call me da clips
Cause I slap all my bitches you can call me a pimp I’m like the hood candy lady
I got them chips
Ik heb hoeren met J.Lo gezichten en Beyonce heupen
2 home boys doin 7 can’t wait till da touch
Zoveel mensen in de hemel die ik zo mis
vest omhoog met mijn borst en maag niet omdat ik bang ben
But no they coming i hope they don’t shoot 4 my head
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
18 riding lacks nigga
Hoe haat je dat?
Do it big bad bitch give me that shake back nigga
y’all ain’t got do shit
Just leave it 2 me Push record 4 yo boyand lay back and kick up yo beat
turn up da beat
A pen paper give me one sheet Put a barcode on it
Disrebute dis heat
I got tha biggest fuckin bug buzzin in dis streets
Ik weet dat je een jonge wilde hoorde Trill E-N-T
Maar je bent mij vergeten.
Dacht dat ik weg was, waar ik heen ga.
I run dis mutha fucker
I’m the spice in da gumbo
Ik ben over mijn verdomde papier man dat is alles ik wil verdomme meer
You gone gets whats mine
Oh nee, je bent een domme hoer
Still good, still can get you right on da down low
It never snow in Baton Rouge
I’m da nigga with da snow
2 let y’all niggas do y’all thang so I hope y’all been gettin it
Wat is er, playa?
I’m da new mayor of da city nigga
[Chorus]