Текст песни: What's Up / In the Zone + перевод

BKSF

Brooklyn San Fransisco

Whats up

How we on it

Ayo we only on that real shit

My brothers used to school me on some real shit

And now they gone

I took off on that spaceship

Fly away

I got moves to make, ohh

Whats up

Whats up

BKSF whats up

Whats up

And my music bang everywhere between

I know that

Your head knock

You like that smooth shit

I know you feel that

Ugh tell me bout these lil niggas

I’ll show these niggas

They think that its magic niggas

Silly niggas

Don’t you know that tricks for kids

Thats why I stunt

Harder than Evel Knievel nigga

I tell these youngins

Never chase these hoes

Girls, don’t be what you see in videos

I tell my bros

I love em

Cuz you never know

Life’s too short

What up Oak town

I put it down

When I speak to melody

Imagine if we never speak

Us humans just trying to peek

Looking for that rush

Something, to feel

We all fiends for something

Love, drugs, money or lust

Faith, relationships and trust

Security, shelter, food for us

Some of these things will never be enough

Ayo we only on that real shit

My brothers used to school me on some real shit

And now they gone

I took off on that spaceship

Fly away

I got moves to make, ohh

Whats up

Whats up

BKSF whats up

Whats up

And my music bang everywhere between

I know that

Your head knock

You like that smooth shit

I know you feel that

I never judge

Tell these hoes make your money

Never knock a hustla what up homie

Looking for them better days to fly away

They put pain in our buildings

Conspiracy

Can’t knock us down

So they build a cage for us

They call it jail

Free your mind

Educate yourself

Understand they trying to flush us like toilets

While the rich get duckets

And duck from us

We got needs

And that baby need pampers

They feed us these government cheeses

To keep us damaged

Don’t be facetious

We need Jesus

How that get redirected to shiny pieces

It’s war going on outside

No man is safe from

The revolution

They changed

Loading up guns

Poking us with knifes

Giving us drugs

Still we survive

Wheres the love?

Ayo we only on that real shit

My brothers used to school me on some real shit

And now they gone

I took off on that spaceship

Fly away

I got moves to make, ohh

Whats up

Whats up

BKSF whats up

Whats up

And my music bang everywhere between

I know that

Your head knock

You like that smooth shit

I know you feel that

Looking outside this window

Picking my mental

Did Trayvon die for nothing

They gotta do something

The radio, media and the ink

Say the same thing

And niggas still out chea beefing

A man died in EPA

Mother cried in BK

Many miles but its still the same

Accents change

But we still feel the pain

We need to come together

Is that realistic

Guess not

So I focus on the materialistic

And ignore the animals who go ballistic

Protect my family

Convince them to move so I don’t visit

Is it fucked up

I swear I’m torn between my past and present

My past made me who I am and thats a present

Presently I’m vibing in this room

Thinking bout some things

I’m just talking to you

Ayo we only on that real shit

My brothers used to school me on some real shit

And now they gone

I took off on that spaceship

Fly away

I got moves to make, ohh

Whats up

Whats up

BKSF whats up

Whats up

And my music bang everywhere between

I know that

Your head knock

You like that smooth shit

I know you feel that

Sho: hold on, hold on

This my man Joyntz right here hold on

Joyntz: Yo yo what up sho

Sho: Yo whats good brother, whats popping with you son

Joyntz: Yo what you doing?

Sho: Ain’t shit man, we bout to go probably fuck around or something…

Joyntz: Yeah yeah whatever whatever, I dont give a fuck about none of that

Sho: Word (laughs)

Joyntz: I got B&B

Sho: Yo what the fuck is that son

Joyntz: Bitches and Bottles nigga

Sho: This nigga…

Joyntz: Yo you need to come through nigga real shit, turn up with the boy

Sho: I got you, I got you son i got you

Joyntz: Aye but on some real shit though, one last thing, one last thing

Sho: Whats that yo?

Joyntz: One last thing, Ima need you to get in the zone

I got it

I got it

I got it

Now i got the beat

I got it

I got it

I got it

Now i got the beat

Got the beat

I got the heat

Mac flick that fire

Fire for the street

Fire team

Ambulance and sirens

Real shit

Whats the scoop

Ice cream

Mad cream

It’s a hot day

Match my name

Young summer in the city

With light skin bitty thats pretty

Wanna feel me

In the wip

Gettin' wip lash

Quick fast

Do they feel me

Are you with me

Do they really have to dumb down my witty raps

They ain’t fuckin' with me

What a pity

I only fuck with the smart niggas getting paper

Dumb niggas see ya later

Haters

Who the illist out there

These niggas feel me out chyea

My music bump up in the streets

I’m a mother fuckin' beast

When it comes to spittin' beats

Nigga, i rep the east

Brooklyn you know we got it, got it, (roll with me nigga)

Got it, got it (roll up something quicker)

Got it, got it (what we sippin' on)

Got it, got it Now we in the zone

I fuck with that screwed shit

Like a screwdriver

Your crew Whitney Houston

My crews liver

I’m a cool guy

Like ice cube

I need to chill out

Like ice cubes

Shootin' pool

With no cue

Games on

She know what to do

Ohh she bad

She threw that ass

I caught that pussy

Pikachu

Generous

God blessed her ass

Like she screamed achoo

Ass busting out them seams (dam)

Peek-a-boo

Look at this bull shit that I’ve been through

Couldn’t get a bad bitch before I blew

Now they hang on tight like a hang glider

Cuz I spit fire, and I’ll never fall off

So I cut that bitch wings off

Now she mad cuz she can’t fly

It’s Brooklyn bitch

I told that bitch do or die

Who the illist out there

These niggas feel me out chyea

My music bump up in the streets

I’m a mother fuckin' beast

When it comes to spittin' beats

Nigga, i rep the east

Brooklyn you know we got it, got it, (roll with me nigga)

Got it, got it (roll up something quicker)

Got it, got it (what we sippin' on)

Got it, got it Now we in the zone

I fuck with that moscato

Call it scotty rock

Beat bop

Hits stop when my heart stop

DROP

Bring that pussy back

Like a bad cat what happens

I’m hittin' that

I pull her hair

She say my name

Got damn I love how that rings

Don’t fall in love, cuz you won’t get no ring

You got one, you don’t need my last name

I’m from Brooklyn man

Timbs on when I hit that thing thing

Dam

I like the way that, that sounds man

Yea

Who the illist out there

These niggas feel me out chyea

My music bump up in the streets

I’m a mother fuckin' beast

When it comes to spittin' beats

Nigga, i rep the east

Brooklyn you know we got it, got it, (roll with me nigga)

Got it, got it (roll up something quicker)

Got it, got it (what we sippin' on)

Got it, got it Now we in the zone