Текст песни: Keep It 100 + перевод

Keep it a 100

Uhh, yo

Somebody told me money rules the world, I know you heard that shit

Money the root to all evil, blessings and murder shit

I slaved away for ten hours a day at work and just finally got my check

But the ATM isn’t working, shit

Oh, there it go (oh oh oh oh oh) damn, it’s hot as hell

Punched in a pin code and grabbed a hundred dollar bill

I snatched it up and went back to my wheels

Hit up the plug and said «I know you got some bud, I need that with some pills»

Meet me outside the gas station on Park Ave, I’ll be waiting

Then put the cash in the glove compartment as I sat waiting

Damn, yo where’s this nigga at?

Bout to light a cigarette while I-, oh, there he go

Opened up the glove compartment, told em to light this

Come around and drive inside and act normal like we ain’t making a transaction

Take that (what up, what up?) I dapped him up and got to sliding

He crinkled it up, walked off then put it in his pocket

Off to the strip club with some drinks and some orders

He pull that hundred out his pocket, uncrinkled the corners

Stageside, watching this one bitch shaking and twirling

Busted it open all exotic and maybe she’s foreign

She making eye contact, she got on eye contacts

She sees that Benjamin Frank, she keep her eyes on that

She’s thinking «I want that», he takes a sip from his glass

She bend over, he slaps her ass and puts some ones in her crack

He whispered in her ear «How long are you here? Tell me you single

Oh, you got a man? Fuck, I don’t care, tell him I’m queer

Save my name as Susan in your contacts, hm

And fuck your relationship, I ain’t worried about that, heheh

Can I use that red marker, sir?

Let me write my number on this hundred for you

Make sure you hit me up when your boyfriend can’t do nothing for you

She got home and opened her purse as soon as she gets to the door

Counting them dollars, smoking tree while she sit on the floor

I don’t think she like how this shit make her feel

But you gotta do what you gotta do when it’s time for paying bills

For real, she wanna get high now, uhh

Grab the Benjamin off the floor, she feeling alive now, uhh

Few grams of coke on the table, that’s the right now, uhh

She rolled a hundred up and stuck it up her nose like

That’s what she call Heaven’s door

That’s what she call Snow White, the white without seven dwarfs

She throw a hundred back at her purse and headed down to the store

She needed blunts for the gas, she needed gas for the Ford

She needed eggs and some dill, she needed cheese and some milk

She needed change

«What what number is that?

I said what number is that on the bill, what is that?

Yes, in red, it’s like a phone number

What is this? Never mind»

«Aye aye, don’t you make one mothafucking move

Empty that register, I know you don’t need my help

Hurry the fuck up, look, don’t make me repeat myself

Gimme the cash, follow instructions, don’t be fucking moving

Cause I’d hate to kill you over something stupid

Now hand me the bread and place your hands on top of your head

Take my tough advice

Turn around and count to a hundred if you love your life»

Now keep it a 100

Uhh, keep it a 100

Yeah, keep it a 100

One hundred

Keep it a 100

Yo, somebody told me money rules the world, I know you heard that shit

Money’s the root to all evil, blessings and murder shit

He put that hundred inside of collection plate on Sunday too

Hope that it’ll take away your sins, maybe someday soon

But anyway, they covered the plate and just continued praying

After church, the pastor opened it up and started saying

«Lord forgive me but I need this, I’ve been really static»

And he grabbed the hundred off the top and started staring at it

Held it up to see if it’s real or fake

Then looked around to make sure nobody was looking, and then he took it, damn

Off to the streets with the Lord, off to go find him a whore

A hundred bucks in the dash and now he riding the course

He see some bitch on the corner, he told her hop in the car

And then she opened the door

«Come on bitch, yo hurry the fuck up, I ain’t tryna get caught up»

Then continued driving and stuff, looking for a spot in the cut

«How much for head?»

«Now how much for sex?»

«Damn, a 100?»

(Come on, that’s not a lot)

«Fuck»

(Why you playing?)

«Nah, I’m just saying, that’s a lot bitch, like gotta calm down, damn»

Now she making eye contact, she got on eye contacts

She see that Benjamin Frank, she keep her eyes on that

She’s thinking «I want that», he pulls his dick out his pants

«Ooh God is good»

Transaction complete, and she went back to the streets

Back to the cash at the leash, she back to get back on her knees

And she don’t like how this shit make her feel

But you gotta do what you gotta do when it’s time for paying bills

For real, she wanna retire soon, she swear to God (*smack*)

She looked up and seen the hand of God, oh my God…

Forgot she had a pimp

That nigga been looking for her ass for days

Took every single dollar and left her eye black and gray

He be on the corner jamming, getting drunk that-a-way

7-Eleven gambling, throwing all his cash away, yup

Some say that money rule the world, I know you heard that shit

Money the root to all evil, blessings and murder shit

Yeah, that pimp just lost that hundred dollars in that dice game

He said «I should’ve just bet that shit on tonight’s game, whatever nigga,

nice game»

The homie who won it walked off with the hundred

Then opened up his wallet, stuck it inside and then put it in his pocket

Started stomping and running

Feeling so good, started hopping and jumping, money flopping and rumbling

His eyes is as big as his smile, no stopping him from the prow

He’s jogging, skipping around, 'til his wallet fell on the ground

A hundred sticking halfway out, in the back of a halfway house

For like three weeks so don’t even ask me how, check it

A homeless man walks by, sees a wallet, opens his eyes

And then grabs it, opens to check what’s inside and to his surprise

It’s money, a couple dollars, a hundred bill with some writing

A number written in red, if he had a phone he would call

But he doesn’t, so he says «Fuck it, it’s mine

And I’m really hungry and thirsty, I want some beer, a beef jerky

Maybe some ten percent juice, hm

And if the store’s open, I need some cigarettes too», true

He walked into the same store on the block

Just so happen to be the same exact store that got robbed

What a coincidence, that shit is just as weird as I thought

The clerk rang him out and said, «That'll be 18.25»

And then he held that hundred out with the red number written on top

Then everything stopped

Yo wassup, this is Joyner

I’m unable to take your call right now

Leave me a brief message and I’ll get back to you, peace

Mr. Lucas, Officer Michael Bradley with the police department

Trying to get a hold of you now, this is the third time calling

I need to speak to you with regards to some serious charges

You need to get back to me as soon as possible

Or we’ll be showing up at your door

With about 10 officers and some handcuffs

Choice is yours