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Artiest: will.i.am Songtekst: i’m ready (y’all ain’t ready for this)

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Origineel

[Intro: Phil Da Agony] For all my Down South, West Coast, East Coast club Down South, West Coast, East Coast club Down South, West Coast, East Coast club Down South, West Coast, East Coast club Down South, West Coast, East Coast club Baby, betta cut you a rug [Phil Da Agony] For my dimes, doves, hustlers, thugs Posted outside of the lines of the clubs Clubs, clubs, affectin all of y'all Fights at night, right clutchin my jaws Laws get broken, hoppin on the first thing smokin Rhymes in the marinade soakin Kin folks all at the bar, yo put the bottles on ice And let 'em who you are, you a star Tash got cash, Supernat' rollin up stacks Phil-a react on a will.i.am track Back to the basics, 501s with the Asics Rap City rhymes from +The Basement+ Cement blocks, still on my +Lox+ +Money, Power, Respect+, still on my licks I get the whole crowd wet Betcha bottom dollar, we top dollar, Rotweiller Hip-hop scholars, disc jocks holler [Chorus: will.i.am] Ah naw (y'all ain't ready for this) Hell naw (y'all ain't ready for this) Cause y'all ain't ready, you steady try to ("Pick it up, pick it up!") but it's just too heavy for ya Ah naw (y'all ain't ready for this) Hell naw (y'all ain't ready for this) Y'all ain't ready, you steady try to ("Pick it up, pick it up!") but it's just too heavy for ya [Tash] And I'm a shark in the water searchin for that place Swing around baby girl, swing that ass re-way Me and Ick lit the wick to the dynamite stick It goes..."SSSSSSSSS, ss-ss-ss, phoo".. Kamikaze, paparazzis dodge me Walkin through the club, I look drugged up like Ozzy I leave 'em in the dust then it's, ashes to ashes Y'all sport Jordans? Jordan sports Tashes Alas is, me and Supernat is runnin' through 'em We don't {*gun cocks*}, we just sue 'em CD to the wax, the wax is to the MiniDisc We walk in Benz dealerships like "Yeah {bitch}, gimme this!" And roll off that drop top off the lot I'm beatin down your block, what the {fuck} y'all got? (woop! woop!) Catastrophe and the Black Eyed Peas I'm comin through straight FADIN on you wack emcees, it's like... [Chorus] [Phil Da Agony] Stars, cars, wars, clothes Tearin down stages, late night shows Chips, whips, tips, kicks Posted in the club, flicks, chicks Stars, cars, wars, clothes Tearin down stages, late night shows Chips, whips, tips, kicks Posted in the club, flicks, chicks, c'mon [Supernatural] The club is packed, it's filled with smoke My fits are fresh, yo I'm 'bout to make my approach It didn't hit the stroke of twelve, I'm under the spell 'Bout to make my move to the corner, twist up an L The DJs' playin' my shit, start rollin it fast So I can get to the bar and start toastin with Tash Play this joint in the club, get the party on smash My interest is +Grand+, yo and I'm a +Master+ like Caz Predators in the club, lookin straight for the stab Ready to get freaky-deaky, go back to the lab I love that it's club night, I'm gettin my rub right Don't you hate when cats spoil it by havin a club fight? But that's alright, one cat don't stop no show Bouncers, do your job, Phil, pass that droll We gonna, do it to death, then do it some mo' Look at the way the shortys movin out there on the flo', whoa [Chorus]

 

Vertaling

[Intro: Phil Da Agony] Voor al mijn Down South, West Coast, East Coast club Down South, West Coast, East Coast club Down South, West Coast, East Coast club Down South, West Coast, East Coast club Down South, West Coast, East Coast club Baby, betta cut you a rug [Phil Da Agony] For my dimes, doves, hustlers, thugs Posted outside of the lines of the clubs Clubs, clubs, beïnvloeden jullie allemaal Fights at night, right clutchin my kaken Laws get broken, hoppin on the first thing smokin Rhymes in the marinade soakin Kin mensen allemaal aan de bar, yo zet de flessen op ijs And let 'em who you are, you a star Tash got cash, Supernat' rollin up stacks Phil-a reageert op een will.i.am track Terug naar de basis, 501s met de Asics Rap City rhymes van +The Basement+ Cementblokken, nog steeds op mijn +Lox+ +Money, Power, Respect+, nog steeds op mijn licks. I get the whole crowd wet Betcha bottom dollar, we top dollar, Rotweiller Hip-hop scholars, disc jocks holler [Chorus: will.i.am] Ah naw (jullie zijn hier allemaal niet klaar voor) Hell naw (jullie zijn hier allemaal niet klaar voor) Cause you'all ain't ready, you steady try to ("Pick it up, pick it up!") maar het is gewoon te zwaar voor je Ah naw (y'all ain't ready for this) Hell naw (jullie zijn hier niet klaar voor) Y'all ain't ready, you steady try to ("Pick it up, pick it up!") maar het is gewoon te zwaar voor jullie [Tash] And I'm a shark in the water searchin for that place Swing around baby girl, swing that ass re-way Ik en Ick hebben de lont aan de dynamiet stok aangestoken It goes... "SSSSSSSSS, ss-ss-ss, phoo"... Kamikaze, paparazzis ontwijken me Walkin through the club, I look drugged up like Ozzy I leave 'em in the dust then it's, ashes to ashes You'all sport Jordans? Jordan sport Tashes Helaas, ik en Supernat rennen er doorheen. We schieten niet op lullen, we klagen ze gewoon aan. CD naar de was, de was is naar de MiniDisc We lopen Benz dealers binnen van "Yeah {bitch}, gimme this!" En rollen van die top van de kavel Ik ben in jullie blok aan het inrijden, wat hebben jullie allemaal ? (woop! woop!) Catastrophe and the Black Eyed Peas I'm coming through straight FADIN on you wack emcees, it's like... [Chorus] [Phil Da Agony] Sterren, auto's, oorlogen, kleren Tearin down stages, late night shows Chips, zwepen, fooien, kicks Posted in the club, flicks, chicks Stars, cars, wars, clothes Tearin down stages, late night shows Chips, zwepen, tips, kicks Gepost in de club, flicks, chicks, c'mon [Supernatural] The club is packed, it's filled with smoke My fits are fresh, yo I'm 'bout to make my approach It didn't hit the stroke of twelve, I'm under the spell 'Bout to make my move to the corner, twist up an L The DJs' playin' my shit, start rollin it fast So I can get to the bar and start toastin with Tash Play this joint in the club, get the party on smash My interest is +Grand+, yo and I'm a +Master+ like Caz Predators in the club, lookin straight for the stab Ready to get freaky-deaky, go back to the lab I love that it's club night, I'm gettin my rub right Haat je het niet als katten het verpesten door een clubgevecht te houden? Maar dat is niet erg, één kat stopt geen show Uitsmijters, doe je werk, Phil, geef die rol door We gaan, doen het tot de dood, dan doen we het nog een keer Kijk naar de manier waarop de kleintjes bewegen daar op de flo', whoa [Chorus]