More songs by Young Nudy
Description
Sounds like the nighttime pulse of the city: leather, metal, and gasoline underfoot. The rhythm beats like footsteps on wet asphalt - the crunch of chains, the click of a gun, and the thought creeps into your head that today, the whole world is one big showcase of expensive watches and empty stares. Here, bragging isn't just a style, it's a working posture - chains shine, stacks of bills are piled up, and it all glows like a Christmas tree against a backdrop of sweat and smoke.
The second thought is about the code: work or nothing, money instead of words, respect earned in fights and night races. There is a kind of everyday warmth in this arrogance - advice instead of affection, lessons for a son instead of fairy tales, familiar harshness as a form of care. The irony is that beneath the avalanche of threats lies a simple formula for survival: hold on to what you have, don't give up, and pay your dues in a world where the rules are written on dead-end streets.
Lyrics and translation
Original
What's poppin'? Ho ass nigga, I'll blow this bitch. You talkin' 'bout ho?
Yeah, uh, yeah, -uh. -Coop.
Stomp a mud hole in yo ass, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Pull up on him, let that glizzy blast, bla, bla, bla. Geeked up, I'm rollin' on they ass, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Adderall mixed in with some gas, yeah, yeah, yeah.
If you see me, grab your pistol, nigga.
You don't want the smoke 'cause every I see, I'm tryna kill a nigga. With this shit, I'ma goat, goat, goat, goat, goat, goat.
I'ma goat, goat, yeah, yeah.
We gotta stand on ten, stand firm on these fuck niggas.
Nigga try to play against this shit, we gotta deal with 'em.
Nigga bust on hollow points, empty clip for a bitch nigga. Nigga actin' like he want some smoke, you know what I'm with, nigga.
Pull up on him broad day light, catch his ass at night time.
Nigga, you ain't see it comin', shot his ass a homicide.
Nigga say he wanna do somethin' to me when he see the slide. Nigga, he ain't grab his gun, that how pussy nigga die.
Fuck nigga, you don't know what I live for, these homicides.
And you know I'm from the block, that paradise, that Eastside.
Five with the middle finger, pussy, that where we ride. Zone 6, man, your main bitch wanna ride dick.
Damn, in that drop head, yeah, I'm in the 'Vette. And I'm ridin' through my hood and I got all the respect.
If a nigga feel like he got a problem where I'm at, you can pull up on me in apartment, your ass dead. Roll him up in a paper or you can be a switchin' nigga.
Nigga say he wanna fight, hand game official, nigga.
Better go get your pistol, nigga, 'round here get your issue, nigga.
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you claimin', all you pussy niggas. Stomp a mud hole in yo ass, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Pull up on him, let that glizzy blast, bla, bla, bla.
Geeked up, I'm rollin' on they ass, yeah, yeah, yeah. Adderall mixed in with some gas, yeah, yeah, yeah.
If you see me, grab your pistol, nigga.
You don't want the smoke 'cause every I see, I'm tryna kill a nigga. With this shit, I'ma goat, goat, goat, goat, goat, goat.
I'ma goat, goat, yeah, yeah. Everything is a green light, you know this shit don't go.
Man, this shit don't really seem right, your bro had killed your foe.
Man, y'all niggas better get some money, this money make shit back door.
I done did that shit right there so many times before.
A really back door king, I'm slidin' by, I sell a bitch a dream. Tell a bitch you set 'em up, I give your ass anything.
Later on, she don't get no call from me, she got that dick ring.
Baby girl, you know you ain't with that cuffin', I just cut that cheese.
Walkin' 'round with the shit on me, I got that blue cheese.
And I ain't worryin' 'bout you rats, your ass get switched. And I'm stickin' to the code, nigga, if you know 'bout me.
Put some foul shit up on my name, your ass get ten feet. And I stand on business, nigga.
Nigga know it's somethin' new, this shawty get to trippin' on these bitch niggas.
And I bust my gun plenty times for this shit, nigga.
And I did everything under the sun, I done hit licks, nigga.
And I teach this shit to my son, don't you be no bitch. And you save your money, don't you give your money to no bitch.
Long as you get money, then that bitch gon' eat that dick.
Man, they love the lifestyle of a young nigga who really lit.
Stomp a mud hole in yo ass, yeah, yeah, yeah. Pull up on him, let that glizzy blast, bla, bla, bla.
Geeked up, I'm rollin' on they ass, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Adderall mixed in with some gas, yeah, yeah, yeah. If you see me, grab your pistol, nigga.
You don't want the smoke 'cause every I see, I'm tryna kill a nigga.
With this shit, I'ma goat, goat, goat, goat, goat, goat. I'ma goat, goat, yeah, yeah.
And I represent the five middle fingers, Zone 6. If a pussy nigga ain't get no money, can't tell me shit.
Money over bitches if you know this 'bout this shit.
Boy, you still learn to shawty on this bitch, yes, sir. Yes, sir