Vertaling van: Lange Frans - Broodje Bakpao
Kill we come hard, you can't deny
These pancakes have to get used to this new syrup
From north to south, from A-Town to Roffa
We bring you herbs, competing with your shoppa
We're hanging around in your neighbourhood, like shoes on your lamppost
This is for fools, like Bennie Jolink says: act normal
Kill we make noise, the neighbourhood's nightmare
This guy comes back as the King again, ask Larry
Plus I bring you juice, like the first film from Pac
My trousers are slack, but my flows are tight
And those guys want to chatter, but I keep myself to dough
You make a lot of fuzz, but your fake flows don't
And guys like to laugh but we laugh to the bank
So they are not grateful anymore, so thanks to them
So thanks for your jokes, and thanks for the shine
Because no one is a topper I like me with the rhymes
Hot beef sandwich, sandwich bakpao
Hot beef sandwich, sandwich bakpao
Hot beef sandwich, sandwich bakpao
Rolling through the city on my Vespa, ciao
Hot beef sandwich, sandwich bakpao
Rollling through the town on my Vespa, ciao
Hot beef sandwich, sandwich bakpao
Fucking retard, what are you doing?
Who are you calling new kid on the scene? Stylo is to clean
Through the years, westernized, but born in the lean
There in the deep south where they lean on my tracks
In a green Opel Manta with a mat in their necks
And a hot meat sandwich or a sandwich bakpao
And at the snackbar on the corner where they pump the sound daily
No album in the store but the buzz is growing
I'm not a rapper hype but I know fashion
A new pair of Asics Clarks in beige
More and more fans, more and more to match
Brand new jeans, with some holes on the knee
New tatoos on the arm, don't let my Father see them
As long as I earn dollars, with what I do and want
Because what I'm doing with my skills, will never ever be too much
They want me to do wrong, want me to speed up
Want me to get totally crazy, but say to them bye bye
Hot beef sandwich, sandwich bakpao
Hot beef sandwich, sandwich bakpao
Hot beef sandwich, sandwich bakpao
Rolling through the city on my Vespa, ciao Hot beef sandwich, sandwich bakpao
Rolls through the town on my Vespa, ciao
Hot beef sandwich, sandwich bakpao
Fucking retard, what are you doing?
Hot beef sandwich
What's he thinking, boy hey, that he just can ride along on his bike with
His happy mug?
Bakpao sandwich.
What a slow fucking music!
Hot beef sandwich
Sandwich bakpao
Well who is the snack bar here now?
Thou or me?
These pancakes have to get used to this new syrup
From north to south, from A-Town to Roffa
We bring you herbs, competing with your shoppa
We're hanging around in your neighbourhood, like shoes on your lamppost
This is for fools, like Bennie Jolink says: act normal
Kill we make noise, the neighbourhood's nightmare
This guy comes back as the King again, ask Larry
Plus I bring you juice, like the first film from Pac
My trousers are slack, but my flows are tight
And those guys want to chatter, but I keep myself to dough
You make a lot of fuzz, but your fake flows don't
And guys like to laugh but we laugh to the bank
So they are not grateful anymore, so thanks to them
So thanks for your jokes, and thanks for the shine
Because no one is a topper I like me with the rhymes
Hot beef sandwich, sandwich bakpao
Hot beef sandwich, sandwich bakpao
Hot beef sandwich, sandwich bakpao
Rolling through the city on my Vespa, ciao
Hot beef sandwich, sandwich bakpao
Rollling through the town on my Vespa, ciao
Hot beef sandwich, sandwich bakpao
Fucking retard, what are you doing?
Who are you calling new kid on the scene? Stylo is to clean
Through the years, westernized, but born in the lean
There in the deep south where they lean on my tracks
In a green Opel Manta with a mat in their necks
And a hot meat sandwich or a sandwich bakpao
And at the snackbar on the corner where they pump the sound daily
No album in the store but the buzz is growing
I'm not a rapper hype but I know fashion
A new pair of Asics Clarks in beige
More and more fans, more and more to match
Brand new jeans, with some holes on the knee
New tatoos on the arm, don't let my Father see them
As long as I earn dollars, with what I do and want
Because what I'm doing with my skills, will never ever be too much
They want me to do wrong, want me to speed up
Want me to get totally crazy, but say to them bye bye
Hot beef sandwich, sandwich bakpao
Hot beef sandwich, sandwich bakpao
Hot beef sandwich, sandwich bakpao
Rolling through the city on my Vespa, ciao Hot beef sandwich, sandwich bakpao
Rolls through the town on my Vespa, ciao
Hot beef sandwich, sandwich bakpao
Fucking retard, what are you doing?
Hot beef sandwich
What's he thinking, boy hey, that he just can ride along on his bike with
His happy mug?
Bakpao sandwich.
What a slow fucking music!
Hot beef sandwich
Sandwich bakpao
Well who is the snack bar here now?
Thou or me?