Tonight's da Night
Rick James, Reggie Noble, Jesse Albert Stone
Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove
Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise
Around the planet, pack 'em in like Janet
Jackson, she's askin' if I can slam it
I'm
Yo, yo, Redman, man, what the fuck, man
Get the fuck off that, punk smooth shit, man
Get with that rough shit, man, you know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type of rapper
But have to show them motherfuckers what I'm after
I'm after the gold, then after that, the platinum
Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat, son
Trigger, bang, bang, yo, bust the slang, what my name?
It's the Redman on the funk thing
Psych, you're motherfuckin' right, tonight's the night
To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite
Then we'll perfect it when the funk been injected
I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split
Punk, pass the forty and the blunt and don't front
On the block, 'cause when you do front, brothers are gettin' stomped
I'm not an addict, more like puff than magic
Then pass it when I'm through 'cause my crew
(Gots to have it)
I don't claim to be a big rap star
'Cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar
So listen up and take heed to what I'm sayin'
'Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggas ain't playin'
Fat black bitch, nasty
Bush bear, booger breath, bitch
Nasty, talk to your tits, bitch
With them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles
Turned up shoes havin' ass
Lemming leprechaun haircut, motherfucker
You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze
'Cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese
Fuck the smooth shit, I get down wit the boom bip
Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoes kick
But tonight's the night what I write tonight
This type of funk with the flavor like Mike 'n' Ike's
Hanging out wit my niggas, my niggas
The Pack Pistol Posse keep they fingers on the triggers
I keep the forty between my lap, coolin', rollin' down the highway
Blunt system pumps 'cause it's Friday
Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise
'Cause, we can do that, black, so "Get the Bozack," Jack
Remember, I do the type of evil that men do
Like cursin' out my window at a bitch and her friend too
So turn the volume up a notch
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make ya speakers pop
That's the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
But if you want to see a fly but frantic
Cool romantic, more slicker than my man, Rick
You better check the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get on the mic and let my fuckin' style run
Nasty fuckin' greenthumb Jolly Green niggas
Tango mango, pickin' havin' ass
Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin' ass
Johnny Cash, afro havin'
Jack of Spades, boots havin'
Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass!
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam
I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts
I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump
You
Yo, fuck that, yo, turn this shit off, man (yo, yo, yo, turn that shit off)
Turn this shit off, G
Yo put a new record on, know what I'm sayin'?
Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove
Verificação de microfone, posso me adaptar a qualquer ritmo
Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise
Relaxe a língua, deixe meu microfone fazer um cruzeiro
Around the planet, pack 'em in like Janet
Ao redor do planeta, empacote-os como Janet
Jackson, she's askin' if I can slam it
Jackson, ela está perguntando se eu posso detonar
I'm
Eu sou
Yo, yo, Redman, man, what the fuck, man
Ei, ei, Redman, cara, que merda, cara
Get the fuck off that, punk smooth shit, man
Saia dessa, essa merda suave, cara
Get with that rough shit, man, you know how we do
Entre com essa merda dura, cara, você sabe como fazemos
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
Verificação de microfone, ando pelas ruas com uma TEC-9 preta
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Na cintura, chutando a merda hype
I never claimed to be the best type of rapper
Nunca me proclamei o melhor tipo de rapper
But have to show them motherfuckers what I'm after
Mas tenho que mostrar a esses filhos da puta o que estou procurando
I'm after the gold, then after that, the platinum
Estou atrás do ouro, depois disso, o platina
Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat, son
Beef depois disso, Hurricane G empacota a gat, filho
Trigger, bang, bang, yo, bust the slang, what my name?
Gatilho, bang, bang, ei, estoura o jargão, qual é o meu nome?
It's the Redman on the funk thing
É o Redman na coisa do funk
Psych, you're motherfuckin' right, tonight's the night
Psic, você está absolutamente certo, esta noite é a noite
To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite
Para fazer o que eu quero fazer, para fazer isso como dinamite
Then we'll perfect it when the funk been injected
Então vamos aperfeiçoá-lo quando o funk for injetado
I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split
Eu endureço o rascunho bruto para fazer sua cabeça se dividir
Punk, pass the forty and the blunt and don't front
Punk, passa a quarenta e o blunt e não finge
On the block, 'cause when you do front, brothers are gettin' stomped
No quarteirão, porque quando você finge, os irmãos estão sendo pisoteados
I'm not an addict, more like puff than magic
Eu não sou um viciado, mais como puff do que mágico
Then pass it when I'm through 'cause my crew
Então passa quando eu termino porque minha equipe
(Gots to have it)
(Precisa ter isso)
I don't claim to be a big rap star
Eu não me proclamo uma grande estrela do rap
'Cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar
Porque não importa quem você seja, você ainda vai pegar uma cicatriz de bala
So listen up and take heed to what I'm sayin'
Então escute e preste atenção ao que estou dizendo
'Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggas ain't playin'
Porque esta noite é a noite e eu e meus manos não estamos brincando
Fat black bitch, nasty
Gorda preta, nojenta
Bush bear, booger breath, bitch
Urso do mato, bafo de catarro, vadia
Nasty, talk to your tits, bitch
Nojenta, fale com seus peitos, vadia
With them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles
Com esses africanos nojentos, Sr. Bojangles
Turned up shoes havin' ass
Sapatos virados para cima
Lemming leprechaun haircut, motherfucker
Corte de cabelo de leprechaun, filho da puta
You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze
Você quer me ver ficar legal, por favor, guarde isso para a brisa
'Cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese
Porque as letras e as faixas, me fazem funky como queijo cottage
Fuck the smooth shit, I get down wit the boom bip
Foda-se a merda suave, eu desço com o boom bip
Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoes kick
Como Q-Tip, eu chuto mais estilos do que os sapatos do Bruce chutam
But tonight's the night what I write tonight
Mas esta noite é a noite do que eu escrevo esta noite
This type of funk with the flavor like Mike 'n' Ike's
Esse tipo de funk com o sabor como Mike 'n' Ike's
Hanging out wit my niggas, my niggas
Saindo com meus manos, meus manos
The Pack Pistol Posse keep they fingers on the triggers
O Pack Pistol Posse mantém os dedos nos gatilhos
I keep the forty between my lap, coolin', rollin' down the highway
Eu mantenho a quarenta entre minhas pernas, relaxando, rolando pela estrada
Blunt system pumps 'cause it's Friday
Sistema Blunt bomba porque é sexta-feira
Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise
Rolo para pegar meus garotos, fazemos muito barulho
'Cause, we can do that, black, so "Get the Bozack," Jack
Porque, podemos fazer isso, preto, então "Pegue o Bozack", Jack
Remember, I do the type of evil that men do
Lembre-se, eu faço o tipo de mal que os homens fazem
Like cursin' out my window at a bitch and her friend too
Como xingar pela minha janela uma vadia e sua amiga também
So turn the volume up a notch
Então aumente o volume um pouco
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make ya speakers pop
E observe o ba-bump, ba-bump, fazer seus alto-falantes estourarem
That's the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump
Esse é o funk, quando bomba faz seu traseiro
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Pular, pular, pular, pular, pular, pular
But if you want to see a fly but frantic
Mas se você quiser ver um voo mas frenético
Cool romantic, more slicker than my man, Rick
Romântico legal, mais liso que meu homem, Rick
You better check the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
É melhor você verificar as Páginas Amarelas sob merda suave
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Porque Red não está para a merda
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
Os manos se ferraram ao me deixar fazer um álbum
(How come, rude boy?)
(Como assim, rude boy?)
To get on the mic and let my fuckin' style run
Para pegar o microfone e deixar meu estilo correr
Nasty fuckin' greenthumb Jolly Green niggas
Nojentos verdes com polegar verde
Tango mango, pickin' havin' ass
Tango manga, pegando bunda
Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin' ass
Nojento com doença epiléptica louco
Johnny Cash, afro havin'
Johnny Cash, afro tendo
Jack of Spades, boots havin'
Jack of Spades, botas tendo
Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass!
Tony Danza, sapatos vestindo bunda!
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
B-b-b-preto por demanda popular, eu expando
My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam
Minha mão para o microfone e deixo minha boca chutar o flim flam
I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts
Eu faço sexo, eu me destruo, eu fumo muitos blunts
I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump
Eu fico irritado, eu quebro pescoços, soco dentes de ouro, otário
You
Você
Yo, fuck that, yo, turn this shit off, man (yo, yo, yo, turn that shit off)
Ei, foda-se isso, ei, desliga essa merda, cara (ei, ei, ei, desliga essa merda)
Turn this shit off, G
Desliga essa merda, G
Yo put a new record on, know what I'm sayin'?
Ei, coloque um novo disco, sabe o que estou dizendo?
Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove
Comprobación de micrófono, puedo suavizarme a cualquier ritmo
Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise
Relaja la lengua, deja que mi micrófono se dé un paseo
Around the planet, pack 'em in like Janet
Alrededor del planeta, empaquétalos como Janet
Jackson, she's askin' if I can slam it
Jackson, ella está preguntando si puedo golpearlo
I'm
Yo
Yo, yo, Redman, man, what the fuck, man
Yo, yo, Redman, hombre, qué demonios, hombre
Get the fuck off that, punk smooth shit, man
Bájate de eso, mierda suave, hombre
Get with that rough shit, man, you know how we do
Ponte con esa mierda dura, hombre, sabes cómo lo hacemos
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
Comprobación de micrófono, camino por las calles con una TEC-9 negra
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
En la cintura, pateando la mierda hype
I never claimed to be the best type of rapper
Nunca afirmé ser el mejor tipo de rapero
But have to show them motherfuckers what I'm after
Pero tengo que mostrarles a esos hijos de puta lo que busco
I'm after the gold, then after that, the platinum
Voy tras el oro, luego tras eso, el platino
Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat, son
Después de eso, la carne, Hurricane G empaca la gat, hijo
Trigger, bang, bang, yo, bust the slang, what my name?
Gatillo, bang, bang, yo, rompe el argot, ¿cómo me llamo?
It's the Redman on the funk thing
Es Redman en la cosa del funk
Psych, you're motherfuckin' right, tonight's the night
Psic, tienes razón, esta noche es la noche
To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite
Para hacer lo que quiero hacer, para hacerlo como dinamita
Then we'll perfect it when the funk been injected
Luego lo perfeccionaremos cuando el funk haya sido inyectado
I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split
Endurezco el borrador para hacer que tu cabeza se parta
Punk, pass the forty and the blunt and don't front
Punk, pasa el cuarenta y el blunt y no te hagas el duro
On the block, 'cause when you do front, brothers are gettin' stomped
En el bloque, porque cuando te haces el duro, los hermanos están siendo pisoteados
I'm not an addict, more like puff than magic
No soy un adicto, más como puff que mágico
Then pass it when I'm through 'cause my crew
Luego lo paso cuando termino porque mi equipo
(Gots to have it)
(Tiene que tenerlo)
I don't claim to be a big rap star
No afirmo ser una gran estrella del rap
'Cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar
Porque no importa quién seas, aún recibirás una cicatriz de bala
So listen up and take heed to what I'm sayin'
Así que escucha y presta atención a lo que estoy diciendo
'Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggas ain't playin'
Porque esta noche es la noche y yo y mis niggas no estamos jugando
Fat black bitch, nasty
Gorda negra, asquerosa
Bush bear, booger breath, bitch
Oso arbusto, aliento a moco, perra
Nasty, talk to your tits, bitch
Asquerosa, habla con tus tetas, perra
With them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles
Con esos asquerosos africanos, Mr. Bojangles
Turned up shoes havin' ass
Zapatos levantados teniendo culo
Lemming leprechaun haircut, motherfucker
Corte de pelo de leprechaun lemming, hijo de puta
You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze
¿Quieres verme ponerme cool, por favor, guárdalo para la brisa?
'Cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese
Porque las letras y las pistas, me hacen funky como el queso cottage
Fuck the smooth shit, I get down wit the boom bip
A la mierda la mierda suave, me pongo con el boom bip
Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoes kick
Como Q-Tip, pateo más estilos que los zapatos de Bruce
But tonight's the night what I write tonight
Pero esta noche es la noche de lo que escribo esta noche
This type of funk with the flavor like Mike 'n' Ike's
Este tipo de funk con el sabor como Mike 'n' Ike's
Hanging out wit my niggas, my niggas
Pasando el rato con mis niggas, mis niggas
The Pack Pistol Posse keep they fingers on the triggers
El Pack Pistol Posse mantiene sus dedos en los gatillos
I keep the forty between my lap, coolin', rollin' down the highway
Guardo el cuarenta entre mis piernas, enfriándome, rodando por la autopista
Blunt system pumps 'cause it's Friday
El sistema de blunt bombea porque es viernes
Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise
Ruedo para recoger a mis chicos, hacemos mucho ruido
'Cause, we can do that, black, so "Get the Bozack," Jack
Porque, podemos hacer eso, negro, así que "Consigue el Bozack", Jack
Remember, I do the type of evil that men do
Recuerda, hago el tipo de mal que hacen los hombres
Like cursin' out my window at a bitch and her friend too
Como maldecir por mi ventana a una perra y a su amiga también
So turn the volume up a notch
Así que sube el volumen un poco
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make ya speakers pop
Y mira el ba-bump, ba-bump, haz que tus altavoces exploten
That's the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump
Eso es el funk, cuando bombea hace que tu trasero
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Salte, salte, salte, salte, salte, salte
But if you want to see a fly but frantic
Pero si quieres ver un vuelo pero frenético
Cool romantic, more slicker than my man, Rick
Romántico cool, más resbaladizo que mi hombre, Rick
You better check the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
Es mejor que revises las Páginas Amarillas bajo mierda suave
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Porque Red no está para las tonterías
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
Los niggas se jodieron al dejarme hacer un álbum
(How come, rude boy?)
(¿Cómo es eso, chico rudo?)
To get on the mic and let my fuckin' style run
Para subir al micrófono y dejar correr mi maldito estilo
Nasty fuckin' greenthumb Jolly Green niggas
Asquerosos niggas verdes Jolly Green
Tango mango, pickin' havin' ass
Tango mango, recogiendo el culo
Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin' ass
Asquerosa enfermedad epiléptica loca teniendo culo
Johnny Cash, afro havin'
Johnny Cash, afro teniendo
Jack of Spades, boots havin'
Jack of Spades, botas teniendo
Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass!
¡Tony Danza, zapatos vistiendo culo!
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
B-b-b-negro por demanda popular, me expando
My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam
Mi mano al micrófono y dejo que mi boca patee el flim flam
I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts
Consigo sexo, me destrozo, fumo mad blunts
I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump
Me enfado, rompo cuellos, golpeo frentes doradas, chump
You
Tú
Yo, fuck that, yo, turn this shit off, man (yo, yo, yo, turn that shit off)
Yo, a la mierda eso, yo, apaga esa mierda, hombre (yo, yo, yo, apaga esa mierda)
Turn this shit off, G
Apaga esa mierda, G
Yo put a new record on, know what I'm sayin'?
Yo pon un nuevo disco, ¿sabes lo que digo?
Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove
Vérification du micro, je peux être doux sur n'importe quel groove
Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise
Détends la langue, laisse mon micro faire une croisière
Around the planet, pack 'em in like Janet
Autour de la planète, les emballe comme Janet
Jackson, she's askin' if I can slam it
Jackson, elle demande si je peux l'écraser
I'm
Je suis
Yo, yo, Redman, man, what the fuck, man
Yo, yo, Redman, mec, qu'est-ce que tu fous, mec
Get the fuck off that, punk smooth shit, man
Arrête ce truc doux, mec
Get with that rough shit, man, you know how we do
Passe à la chose rugueuse, mec, tu sais comment on fait
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
Vérification du micro, je me promène dans les rues avec un TEC-9 noir
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
À la taille, en balançant du bon son
I never claimed to be the best type of rapper
Je n'ai jamais prétendu être le meilleur type de rappeur
But have to show them motherfuckers what I'm after
Mais je dois montrer à ces enfoirés ce que je veux
I'm after the gold, then after that, the platinum
Je veux l'or, puis après ça, le platine
Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat, son
Le beef après ça, Hurricane G emballe le flingue, fils
Trigger, bang, bang, yo, bust the slang, what my name?
Gâchette, bang, bang, yo, casse le jargon, quel est mon nom ?
It's the Redman on the funk thing
C'est Redman sur le truc funk
Psych, you're motherfuckin' right, tonight's the night
Psych, tu as raison, ce soir c'est la nuit
To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite
Pour faire ce que je veux faire, pour le faire comme de la dynamite
Then we'll perfect it when the funk been injected
Ensuite, on le perfectionnera quand le funk aura été injecté
I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split
Je durcis le brouillon pour te faire exploser la tête
Punk, pass the forty and the blunt and don't front
Punk, passe la quarantaine et le blunt et ne fais pas le malin
On the block, 'cause when you do front, brothers are gettin' stomped
Dans le quartier, parce que quand tu fais le malin, les frères se font écraser
I'm not an addict, more like puff than magic
Je ne suis pas un toxicomane, plus comme puff que magic
Then pass it when I'm through 'cause my crew
Puis je le passe quand j'ai fini parce que mon crew
(Gots to have it)
(Doit l'avoir)
I don't claim to be a big rap star
Je ne prétends pas être une grande star du rap
'Cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar
Parce que peu importe qui tu es, tu attraperas quand même une cicatrice de balle
So listen up and take heed to what I'm sayin'
Alors écoute bien et prends en compte ce que je dis
'Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggas ain't playin'
Parce que ce soir c'est la nuit et moi et mes potes on ne rigole pas
Fat black bitch, nasty
Grosse salope noire, dégoûtante
Bush bear, booger breath, bitch
Ours des buissons, haleine de morve, salope
Nasty, talk to your tits, bitch
Dégoûtante, parle à tes seins, salope
With them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles
Avec ces Africains dégoûtants, Mr. Bojangles
Turned up shoes havin' ass
Chaussures usées, cul
Lemming leprechaun haircut, motherfucker
Coupe de cheveux de leprechaun, enfoiré
You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze
Tu veux me voir être cool, s'il te plaît, garde ça pour la brise
'Cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese
Parce que les paroles et les pistes, me rendent funky comme du fromage cottage
Fuck the smooth shit, I get down wit the boom bip
Baise le truc doux, je descends avec le boom bip
Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoes kick
Comme Q-Tip, je donne plus de styles que Bruce ne donne de coups de pied
But tonight's the night what I write tonight
Mais ce soir c'est la nuit ce que j'écris ce soir
This type of funk with the flavor like Mike 'n' Ike's
Ce type de funk avec la saveur comme Mike 'n' Ike's
Hanging out wit my niggas, my niggas
Traîner avec mes potes, mes potes
The Pack Pistol Posse keep they fingers on the triggers
Le Pack Pistol Posse garde leurs doigts sur les gâchettes
I keep the forty between my lap, coolin', rollin' down the highway
Je garde la quarantaine entre mes genoux, cool, roulant sur l'autoroute
Blunt system pumps 'cause it's Friday
Le système de blunt pompe parce que c'est vendredi
Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise
Je passe chercher mes potes, on fait beaucoup de bruit
'Cause, we can do that, black, so "Get the Bozack," Jack
Parce que, on peut faire ça, noir, alors "Prends le Bozack," Jack
Remember, I do the type of evil that men do
Souviens-toi, je fais le type de mal que les hommes font
Like cursin' out my window at a bitch and her friend too
Comme insulter par ma fenêtre une salope et son amie aussi
So turn the volume up a notch
Alors monte le volume d'un cran
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make ya speakers pop
Et regarde le ba-bump, ba-bump, faire éclater tes haut-parleurs
That's the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump
C'est le funk, quand il pompe ça fait sauter ton derrière
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Saute, saute, saute, saute, saute, saute
But if you want to see a fly but frantic
Mais si tu veux voir un vol mais frénétique
Cool romantic, more slicker than my man, Rick
Cool romantique, plus lisse que mon homme, Rick
You better check the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
Tu ferais mieux de vérifier les Pages Jaunes sous le truc doux
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Parce que Red n'est pas pour les conneries
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
Les négros ont merdé en me laissant faire un album
(How come, rude boy?)
(Pourquoi, rude boy ?)
To get on the mic and let my fuckin' style run
Pour prendre le micro et laisser mon putain de style courir
Nasty fuckin' greenthumb Jolly Green niggas
Nasty putain de greenthumb Jolly Green niggas
Tango mango, pickin' havin' ass
Tango mango, ramassage de cul
Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin' ass
Nasty épileptique maladie folle ayant cul
Johnny Cash, afro havin'
Johnny Cash, afro ayant
Jack of Spades, boots havin'
Jack of Spades, bottes ayant
Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass!
Tony Danza, chaussures portant cul !
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
B-b-b-noir par demande populaire, j'étends
My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam
Ma main vers le micro et laisse ma bouche lancer le flim flam
I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts
Je baise, je détruis, je fume des blunts fous
I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump
Je m'énerve, je casse des cous, je frappe des dents en or, minable
You
Tu
Yo, fuck that, yo, turn this shit off, man (yo, yo, yo, turn that shit off)
Yo, baise ça, yo, éteins cette merde, mec (yo, yo, yo, éteins cette merde)
Turn this shit off, G
Éteins cette merde, G
Yo put a new record on, know what I'm sayin'?
Yo mets un nouveau disque, tu vois ce que je veux dire ?
Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove
Mikrofon-Check, ich kann zu jedem Groove smooth werden
Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise
Entspanne die Zunge, lass mein Mikrofon eine Kreuzfahrt machen
Around the planet, pack 'em in like Janet
Um den Planeten, pack sie ein wie Janet
Jackson, she's askin' if I can slam it
Jackson, sie fragt, ob ich es krachen lassen kann
I'm
Ich bin
Yo, yo, Redman, man, what the fuck, man
Yo, yo, Redman, Mann, was zum Teufel, Mann
Get the fuck off that, punk smooth shit, man
Hör auf mit diesem weichen Scheiß, Mann
Get with that rough shit, man, you know how we do
Mach weiter mit dem harten Zeug, Mann, du weißt, wie wir es machen
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
Mikrofon-Check, ich laufe mit einer schwarzen TEC-9 durch die Straßen
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
An der Hüfte, den Hype kickend
I never claimed to be the best type of rapper
Ich habe nie behauptet, der beste Rapper zu sein
But have to show them motherfuckers what I'm after
Aber ich muss diesen Motherfuckern zeigen, was ich will
I'm after the gold, then after that, the platinum
Ich will das Gold, danach das Platin
Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat, son
Beef danach, Hurricane G packt die Gat, Sohn
Trigger, bang, bang, yo, bust the slang, what my name?
Abzug, bang, bang, yo, spreng den Slang, wie ist mein Name?
It's the Redman on the funk thing
Es ist der Redman auf dem Funk-Ding
Psych, you're motherfuckin' right, tonight's the night
Psych, du hast verdammt recht, heute Nacht ist die Nacht
To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite
Um zu tun, was ich will, es wie Dynamit zu machen
Then we'll perfect it when the funk been injected
Dann perfektionieren wir es, wenn der Funk injiziert wurde
I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split
Ich mache den groben Entwurf rauer, um deinen Kopf zu spalten
Punk, pass the forty and the blunt and don't front
Punk, reiche die Vierzig und den Blunt und tu nicht so
On the block, 'cause when you do front, brothers are gettin' stomped
Auf dem Block, denn wenn du so tust, werden Brüder gestampft
I'm not an addict, more like puff than magic
Ich bin kein Süchtiger, eher Puff als Magie
Then pass it when I'm through 'cause my crew
Dann gebe ich es weiter, wenn ich fertig bin, denn meine Crew
(Gots to have it)
(Muss es haben)
I don't claim to be a big rap star
Ich behaupte nicht, ein großer Rap-Star zu sein
'Cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar
Denn egal wer du bist, du wirst immer noch eine Kugelnarbe bekommen
So listen up and take heed to what I'm sayin'
Also hör zu und nimm dir zu Herzen, was ich sage
'Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggas ain't playin'
Denn heute Nacht ist die Nacht und ich und meine Niggas spielen nicht
Fat black bitch, nasty
Fette schwarze Schlampe, widerlich
Bush bear, booger breath, bitch
Buschbär, Mundgeruch, Schlampe
Nasty, talk to your tits, bitch
Widerlich, rede mit deinen Titten, Schlampe
With them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles
Mit diesen widerlichen Afrikanern, Mr. Bojangles
Turned up shoes havin' ass
Hochgeklappte Schuhe tragend
Lemming leprechaun haircut, motherfucker
Lemming Leprechaun Haarschnitt, Motherfucker
You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze
Du willst mich cool sehen, bitte, spar dir das für die Brise
'Cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese
Denn die Lyrics und Tracks, machen mich funky wie Hüttenkäse
Fuck the smooth shit, I get down wit the boom bip
Fick den smooth Shit, ich komme klar mit dem Boom Bip
Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoes kick
Wie Q-Tip, ich trete mehr Styles als Bruce Schuhe
But tonight's the night what I write tonight
Aber heute Nacht ist die Nacht, was ich heute Nacht schreibe
This type of funk with the flavor like Mike 'n' Ike's
Diese Art von Funk mit dem Geschmack wie Mike 'n' Ike's
Hanging out wit my niggas, my niggas
Abhängen mit meinen Niggas, meinen Niggas
The Pack Pistol Posse keep they fingers on the triggers
Die Pack Pistol Posse hält ihre Finger am Abzug
I keep the forty between my lap, coolin', rollin' down the highway
Ich halte die Vierzig zwischen meinen Beinen, cool, auf der Autobahn rollend
Blunt system pumps 'cause it's Friday
Blunt System pumpt, weil es Freitag ist
Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise
Rolle rüber, um meine Jungs abzuholen, wir machen viel Lärm
'Cause, we can do that, black, so "Get the Bozack," Jack
Denn, wir können das, schwarz, also „Hol den Bozack,“ Jack
Remember, I do the type of evil that men do
Erinnere dich, ich mache die Art von Übel, die Männer tun
Like cursin' out my window at a bitch and her friend too
Wie aus meinem Fenster eine Schlampe und ihre Freundin zu verfluchen
So turn the volume up a notch
Also drehe die Lautstärke ein Stück hoch
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make ya speakers pop
Und beobachte den Ba-Bump, Ba-Bump, wie er deine Lautsprecher zum Platzen bringt
That's the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump
Das ist der Funk, wenn er pumpt, lässt er deinen Hintern
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Springen, springen, springen, springen, springen, springen
But if you want to see a fly but frantic
Aber wenn du einen fliegenden, aber hektischen
Cool romantic, more slicker than my man, Rick
Coolen Romantiker, glatter als mein Mann, Rick sehen willst
You better check the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
Du solltest besser die Gelben Seiten unter smooth shit checken
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Denn Red ist nicht für den Bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
Niggas haben es vermasselt, indem sie mich ein Album machen ließen
(How come, rude boy?)
(Wie kommt's, Rude Boy?)
To get on the mic and let my fuckin' style run
Um ans Mikro zu gehen und meinen verdammten Stil laufen zu lassen
Nasty fuckin' greenthumb Jolly Green niggas
Widerliche grüne Daumen Jolly Green Niggas
Tango mango, pickin' havin' ass
Tango Mango, pickende Ärsche
Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin' ass
Widerliche epileptische Krankheit verrückte Ärsche
Johnny Cash, afro havin'
Johnny Cash, Afro tragend
Jack of Spades, boots havin'
Jack of Spades, Stiefel tragend
Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass!
Tony Danza, Schuhe tragender Arsch!
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
B-b-b-schwarz aufgrund der großen Nachfrage, ich erweitere
My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam
Meine Hand zum Mikrofon und lasse meinen Mund den Flim Flam kicken
I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts
Ich bekomme Sex, ich werde zerstört, ich rauche verrückte Blunts
I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump
Ich werde verärgert, ich breche Hälse, schlage goldene Fronten aus, Trottel
You
Du
Yo, fuck that, yo, turn this shit off, man (yo, yo, yo, turn that shit off)
Yo, fick das, yo, mach diesen Scheiß aus, Mann (yo, yo, yo, mach diesen Scheiß aus)
Turn this shit off, G
Mach diesen Scheiß aus, G
Yo put a new record on, know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, leg eine neue Platte auf, weißt du, was ich meine?
Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove
Controllo del microfono, posso adattarmi a qualsiasi ritmo
Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise
Rilassa la lingua, lascia che il mio microfono faccia una crociera
Around the planet, pack 'em in like Janet
Intorno al pianeta, li impacchetto come Janet
Jackson, she's askin' if I can slam it
Jackson, lei chiede se posso farlo
I'm
Io sono
Yo, yo, Redman, man, what the fuck, man
Yo, yo, Redman, uomo, che cazzo, uomo
Get the fuck off that, punk smooth shit, man
Smettila con quella roba liscia, uomo
Get with that rough shit, man, you know how we do
Mettiti con quella roba ruvida, uomo, sai come facciamo
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
Controllo del microfono, cammino per le strade con un TEC-9 nero
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Alla cintura, sparando roba eccitante
I never claimed to be the best type of rapper
Non ho mai preteso di essere il miglior tipo di rapper
But have to show them motherfuckers what I'm after
Ma devo mostrare a quei figli di puttana cosa sto cercando
I'm after the gold, then after that, the platinum
Sto cercando l'oro, poi dopo quello, il platino
Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat, son
Dopo quello, la manzo, Hurricane G impacchetta la pistola, figlio
Trigger, bang, bang, yo, bust the slang, what my name?
Grilletto, bang, bang, yo, spara lo slang, come mi chiamo?
It's the Redman on the funk thing
Sono Redman sulla cosa funk
Psych, you're motherfuckin' right, tonight's the night
Psiche, hai proprio ragione, stasera è la notte
To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite
Per fare quello che voglio fare, per farlo come la dinamite
Then we'll perfect it when the funk been injected
Poi lo perfezioneremo quando il funk sarà stato iniettato
I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split
Rudo la bozza ruvida per farti spaccare la testa
Punk, pass the forty and the blunt and don't front
Punk, passa il quaranta e il blunt e non fare il finto
On the block, 'cause when you do front, brothers are gettin' stomped
Sul blocco, perché quando fai il finto, i fratelli vengono pestati
I'm not an addict, more like puff than magic
Non sono un tossicodipendente, più simile a puff che a magic
Then pass it when I'm through 'cause my crew
Poi lo passo quando ho finito perché il mio equipaggio
(Gots to have it)
(Deve averlo)
I don't claim to be a big rap star
Non pretendo di essere una grande star del rap
'Cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar
Perché non importa chi sei, prenderai comunque una cicatrice da proiettile
So listen up and take heed to what I'm sayin'
Quindi ascolta e presta attenzione a quello che sto dicendo
'Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggas ain't playin'
Perché stasera è la notte e io e i miei neri non stiamo scherzando
Fat black bitch, nasty
Grassa puttana nera, schifosa
Bush bear, booger breath, bitch
Orso di cespuglio, alito di muco, puttana
Nasty, talk to your tits, bitch
Schifosa, parla alle tue tette, puttana
With them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles
Con quegli schifosi africani, Mr. Bojangles
Turned up shoes havin' ass
Scarpe rialzate che hanno culo
Lemming leprechaun haircut, motherfucker
Taglio di capelli da leprechaun, figlio di puttana
You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze
Vuoi vedermi diventare freddo, per favore, risparmialo per la brezza
'Cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese
Perché i testi e le tracce, mi rendono funky come il formaggio cottage
Fuck the smooth shit, I get down wit the boom bip
Fanculo la roba liscia, scendo con il boom bip
Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoes kick
Come Q-Tip, calci più stili di quanto non facciano le scarpe di Bruce
But tonight's the night what I write tonight
Ma stasera è la notte di quello che scrivo stasera
This type of funk with the flavor like Mike 'n' Ike's
Questo tipo di funk con il sapore come Mike 'n' Ike's
Hanging out wit my niggas, my niggas
Uscire con i miei neri, i miei neri
The Pack Pistol Posse keep they fingers on the triggers
Il Pack Pistol Posse tiene le dita sui grilletti
I keep the forty between my lap, coolin', rollin' down the highway
Tengo il quaranta tra le mie gambe, rilassandomi, andando in autostrada
Blunt system pumps 'cause it's Friday
Il sistema Blunt pompa perché è venerdì
Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise
Vado a prendere i miei ragazzi, facciamo un sacco di rumore
'Cause, we can do that, black, so "Get the Bozack," Jack
Perché, possiamo farlo, nero, quindi "Prendi il Bozack," Jack
Remember, I do the type of evil that men do
Ricorda, faccio il tipo di male che fanno gli uomini
Like cursin' out my window at a bitch and her friend too
Come maledire dalla mia finestra a una puttana e alla sua amica
So turn the volume up a notch
Quindi alza il volume di un tacca
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make ya speakers pop
E guarda il ba-bump, ba-bump, farti saltare gli altoparlanti
That's the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump
Quello è il funk, quando pompa ti fa saltare
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Salta, salta, salta, salta, salta, salta
But if you want to see a fly but frantic
Ma se vuoi vedere un volo ma frenetico
Cool romantic, more slicker than my man, Rick
Romantico freddo, più scivoloso del mio uomo, Rick
You better check the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
Meglio che controlli le Pagine Gialle sotto roba liscia
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Perché Red non è per le stronzate
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
I neri hanno sbagliato a farmi fare un album
(How come, rude boy?)
(Perché, rude boy?)
To get on the mic and let my fuckin' style run
Per salire sul microfono e lasciare correre il mio cazzo di stile
Nasty fuckin' greenthumb Jolly Green niggas
Schifosi neri con il pollice verde
Tango mango, pickin' havin' ass
Tango mango, culo da raccolta
Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin' ass
Schifoso epilettico malato di malattia
Johnny Cash, afro havin'
Johnny Cash, afro avendo
Jack of Spades, boots havin'
Jack of Spades, stivali avendo
Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass!
Tony Danza, culo da scarpe!
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
B-b-b-nero per popolare richiesta, mi espando
My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam
La mia mano al microfono e lascio che la mia bocca spari il flim flam
I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts
Faccio sesso, faccio rovina, fumo tanti blunt
I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump
Mi infastidisco, rompo i colli, picchio i denti d'oro, zuccone
You
Tu
Yo, fuck that, yo, turn this shit off, man (yo, yo, yo, turn that shit off)
Yo, fanculo a quello, yo, spegni questa merda, uomo (yo, yo, yo, spegni quella merda)
Turn this shit off, G
Spegni questa merda, G
Yo put a new record on, know what I'm sayin'?
Yo metti un nuovo disco, capisci cosa sto dicendo?
Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove
Cek mikrofon, aku bisa mengikuti irama apa saja dengan lancar
Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise
Santai saja, biarkan mikrofonku berkelana
Around the planet, pack 'em in like Janet
Mengelilingi planet, memadati mereka seperti Janet
Jackson, she's askin' if I can slam it
Jackson, dia bertanya apakah aku bisa menghentak
I'm
Aku
Yo, yo, Redman, man, what the fuck, man
Yo, yo, Redman, man, apa-apaan sih, man
Get the fuck off that, punk smooth shit, man
Berhentilah dari hal-hal halus itu, man
Get with that rough shit, man, you know how we do
Ikuti yang kasar itu, man, kamu tahu bagaimana kita melakukannya
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
Cek mikrofon, aku berjalan di jalanan dengan TEC-9 hitam
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Di pinggang, mengeluarkan omongan keren
I never claimed to be the best type of rapper
Aku tidak pernah mengaku sebagai rapper terbaik
But have to show them motherfuckers what I'm after
Tapi harus menunjukkan pada mereka apa yang aku kejar
I'm after the gold, then after that, the platinum
Aku kejar emas, setelah itu platinum
Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat, son
Setelah itu, masalah, Hurricane G membawa senjata, nak
Trigger, bang, bang, yo, bust the slang, what my name?
Pelatuk, bang, bang, yo, lemparkan slang, siapa namaku?
It's the Redman on the funk thing
Ini Redman di hal funk
Psych, you're motherfuckin' right, tonight's the night
Psik, benar sekali, malam ini adalah malamnya
To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite
Untuk melakukan apa yang ingin aku lakukan, melakukannya seperti dinamit
Then we'll perfect it when the funk been injected
Kemudian kita sempurnakan saat funk telah disuntikkan
I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split
Aku memperkeras draf kasar hingga membuat kepalamu pecah
Punk, pass the forty and the blunt and don't front
Punk, lemparkan forty dan blunt dan jangan pura-pura
On the block, 'cause when you do front, brothers are gettin' stomped
Di blok, karena saat kamu pura-pura, saudara-saudara akan diinjak
I'm not an addict, more like puff than magic
Aku bukan pecandu, lebih seperti puff daripada magic
Then pass it when I'm through 'cause my crew
Lalu lewatkan saat aku selesai karena kruku
(Gots to have it)
(Harus memilikinya)
I don't claim to be a big rap star
Aku tidak mengaku sebagai bintang rap besar
'Cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar
Karena tidak peduli siapa kamu, kamu masih akan mendapatkan luka tembak
So listen up and take heed to what I'm sayin'
Jadi dengarkan dan perhatikan apa yang aku katakan
'Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggas ain't playin'
Karena malam ini adalah malamnya dan aku dan teman-temanku tidak main-main
Fat black bitch, nasty
Gadis gemuk hitam, menjijikkan
Bush bear, booger breath, bitch
Beruang semak, napas bau, wanita
Nasty, talk to your tits, bitch
Menjijikkan, bicara dengan payudaramu, wanita
With them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles
Dengan orang Afrika yang menjijikkan itu, Mr. Bojangles
Turned up shoes havin' ass
Sepatu yang terbalik
Lemming leprechaun haircut, motherfucker
Potongan rambut kurcaci, bajingan
You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze
Kamu ingin melihat aku keren, tolong, simpan untuk angin sepoi-sepoi
'Cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese
Karena lirik dan trek, membuatku funky seperti keju cottage
Fuck the smooth shit, I get down wit the boom bip
Persetan dengan hal-hal halus, aku turun dengan boom bip
Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoes kick
Seperti Q-Tip, aku mengeluarkan lebih banyak gaya daripada tendangan sepatu Bruce
But tonight's the night what I write tonight
Tapi malam ini adalah malamnya apa yang aku tulis malam ini
This type of funk with the flavor like Mike 'n' Ike's
Jenis funk ini dengan rasa seperti Mike 'n' Ike's
Hanging out wit my niggas, my niggas
Bergaul dengan teman-temanku, teman-temanku
The Pack Pistol Posse keep they fingers on the triggers
Geng Pistol Pack menjaga jari mereka di pelatuk
I keep the forty between my lap, coolin', rollin' down the highway
Aku menyimpan forty di pangkuanku, santai, mengemudi di jalan raya
Blunt system pumps 'cause it's Friday
Sistem blunt dipompa karena hari Jumat
Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise
Berguling untuk menjemput teman-temanku, kami membuat banyak kebisingan
'Cause, we can do that, black, so "Get the Bozack," Jack
Karena, kami bisa melakukan itu, hitam, jadi "Dapatkan Bozack," Jack
Remember, I do the type of evil that men do
Ingat, aku melakukan jenis kejahatan yang dilakukan pria
Like cursin' out my window at a bitch and her friend too
Seperti mengumpat dari jendelaku pada wanita dan temannya juga
So turn the volume up a notch
Jadi naikkan volume satu tingkat
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make ya speakers pop
Dan perhatikan ba-bump, ba-bump, membuat speaker-mu meledak
That's the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump
Itu funk, saat itu memompa membuat pantatmu
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Lompat, lompat, lompat, lompat, lompat
But if you want to see a fly but frantic
Tapi jika kamu ingin melihat terbang tapi heboh
Cool romantic, more slicker than my man, Rick
Romantis keren, lebih licin daripada pria saya, Rick
You better check the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
Kamu sebaiknya periksa Halaman Kuning di bawah hal-hal halus
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Karena Red tidak tahan dengan omong kosong
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
Orang-orang membuat kesalahan dengan membiarkan aku membuat album
(How come, rude boy?)
(Bagaimana, rude boy?)
To get on the mic and let my fuckin' style run
Untuk mengambil mikrofon dan membiarkan gayaku berjalan
Nasty fuckin' greenthumb Jolly Green niggas
Orang-orang Jolly Green yang menjijikkan dengan ibu jari hijau
Tango mango, pickin' havin' ass
Mango tango, memetik pantat
Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin' ass
Penyakit epilepsi gila yang menjijikkan
Johnny Cash, afro havin'
Johnny Cash, memiliki afro
Jack of Spades, boots havin'
Jack of Spades, memiliki sepatu
Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass!
Tony Danza, memakai pantat sepatu!
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
B-b-b-hitam atas permintaan populer, aku memperluas
My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam
Tanganku ke mikrofon dan biarkan mulutku mengeluarkan omong kosong
I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts
Aku mendapatkan seks, aku hancur, aku hisap banyak blunt
I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump
Aku kesal, aku patahkan leher, pukul gigi emas ke depan, cung
You
Kamu
Yo, fuck that, yo, turn this shit off, man (yo, yo, yo, turn that shit off)
Yo, persetan dengan itu, yo, matikan omong kosong ini, man (yo, yo, yo, matikan itu)
Turn this shit off, G
Matikan omong kosong ini, G
Yo put a new record on, know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, pasang rekaman baru, tahu apa yang aku maksud?
Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove
麦克风测试，我能随着任何节奏顺畅前行
Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise
放松舌头，让我的麦克风去巡游
Around the planet, pack 'em in like Janet
环绕地球，像珍妮特那样把他们打包
Jackson, she's askin' if I can slam it
杰克逊，她在问我能不能猛击
I'm
我是
Yo, yo, Redman, man, what the fuck, man
哟，哟，Redman，哥们，这是怎么了
Get the fuck off that, punk smooth shit, man
别弄那些平滑的破烂玩意，哥们
Get with that rough shit, man, you know how we do
来点粗犷的，你知道我们怎么做的
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
麦克风测试，我带着黑色TEC-9在街上走
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
腰间藏着，踢着炫酷的狂言
I never claimed to be the best type of rapper
我从未自称是最好的说唱者
But have to show them motherfuckers what I'm after
但必须向那些混蛋们展示我追求的
I'm after the gold, then after that, the platinum
我追求黄金，之后是白金
Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat, son
之后是牛肉，然后Hurricane G装备好枪，伙计
Trigger, bang, bang, yo, bust the slang, what my name?
扳机，砰砰，哟，爆出俚语，我的名字？
It's the Redman on the funk thing
是Redman在放克上
Psych, you're motherfuckin' right, tonight's the night
开玩笑，你他妈的对，今晚就是那晚
To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite
做我想做的事，就像炸药一样
Then we'll perfect it when the funk been injected
然后我们完善它，当放克被注入
I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split
我粗糙地修改草稿，让你的头炸裂
Punk, pass the forty and the blunt and don't front
混蛋，递过来四十块和大麻烟，别装模作样
On the block, 'cause when you do front, brothers are gettin' stomped
在街区，因为当你装模作样时，兄弟们会被踩
I'm not an addict, more like puff than magic
我不是瘾君子，更像是吸食魔术
Then pass it when I'm through 'cause my crew
然后传递给我，因为我的团队
(Gots to have it)
（必须拥有它）
I don't claim to be a big rap star
我不自称是大牌说唱明星
'Cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar
因为不管你是谁，你都可能中弹
So listen up and take heed to what I'm sayin'
所以仔细听，注意我说的
'Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggas ain't playin'
因为今晚就是那晚，我和我的兄弟们不是在玩
Fat black bitch, nasty
肥胖的黑婆娘，恶心
Bush bear, booger breath, bitch
灌木熊，鼻涕虫呼吸的婊子
Nasty, talk to your tits, bitch
恶心，跟你的奶子说话，婊子
With them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles
跟那些恶心的非洲人，Mr. Bojangles
Turned up shoes havin' ass
翘起鞋子的屁股
Lemming leprechaun haircut, motherfucker
像鼹鼠一样的小矮人发型，混蛋
You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze
你想看我变酷，请，留给微风
'Cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese
因为歌词和曲目让我像农家乳酪一样有味道
Fuck the smooth shit, I get down wit the boom bip
去他妈的平滑的东西，我陷入重低音的砰砰声
Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoes kick
像Q-Tip，我踢的风格比布鲁斯的鞋还多
But tonight's the night what I write tonight
但今晚就是那晚，我今晚所写
This type of funk with the flavor like Mike 'n' Ike's
这种放克带有像Mike 'n' Ike的味道
Hanging out wit my niggas, my niggas
和我的兄弟们一起出去，我的兄弟们
The Pack Pistol Posse keep they fingers on the triggers
Pack Pistol Posse保持他们的手指在扳机上
I keep the forty between my lap, coolin', rollin' down the highway
我把四十放在腿间，冷静地，在高速公路上滚动
Blunt system pumps 'cause it's Friday
因为是星期五，音响系统因大麻而泵动
Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise
转过去接我的兄弟们，我们制造了很多噪音
'Cause, we can do that, black, so "Get the Bozack," Jack
因为，我们可以这样做，黑人，所以“拿到Bozack，”Jack
Remember, I do the type of evil that men do
记住，我做的是那种恶人会做的事
Like cursin' out my window at a bitch and her friend too
像在窗户外对着一个婊子及其朋友咒骂
So turn the volume up a notch
所以把音量调高一点
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make ya speakers pop
看着ba-bump, ba-bump让你的扬声器爆炸
That's the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump
那就是放克，当它泵送时让你的屁股
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
跳，跳，跳，跳，跳，跳
But if you want to see a fly but frantic
但如果你想看到一个飞扬而狂热的
Cool romantic, more slicker than my man, Rick
酷而浪漫的，比我的兄弟Rick更滑
You better check the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
你最好查一下黄页，找平滑的东西
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
因为Red不屑于那些废话
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
让我制作专辑的混蛋们搞砸了
(How come, rude boy?)
（怎么了，粗鲁的男孩？）
To get on the mic and let my fuckin' style run
让我上麦克风，让我的他妈的风格自由奔放
Nasty fuckin' greenthumb Jolly Green niggas
恶心的绿拇指Jolly Green黑人
Tango mango, pickin' havin' ass
Tango mango, 摘果子的屁股
Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin' ass
恶心的癫痫病疯狂的屁股
Johnny Cash, afro havin'
Johnny Cash, 非洲发型
Jack of Spades, boots havin'
黑桃杰克, 靴子的屁股
Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass!
Tony Danza, 穿鞋的屁股！
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
黑色因受欢迎而需求，我扩展
My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam
我的手到麦克风，让我的嘴巴踢出花言巧语
I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts
我得到性，我得到破坏，我吸烟大麻
I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump
我生气，我打断脖子，打掉金牙，笨蛋
You
你
Yo, fuck that, yo, turn this shit off, man (yo, yo, yo, turn that shit off)
哟，操那个，哟，把这狗屁关了（哟，哟，哟，关了它）
Turn this shit off, G
把这狗屁关了，G
Yo put a new record on, know what I'm sayin'?
哟，换张新唱片，知道我的意思吗？
