Lyrics of Hva Er Det Du Venter På - Erik Og Kriss, Coolio

Hva Er Det Du Venter På (original)

To folk av samme sort
Tenk hva vi kan oppnå, E
Er vi villig til å jobbe nok
Vi’kke virke ovenpå
Vil jo bare foreslå
Fortelle hva som foregår og definere Murphy’s lov
Og jeg vil anslå at de få som står på
Når helt nye platå
(Trår på høyere nivå)
Ey yo I spit the truth shit rip mics in the booth son
I come t
(Ey, hva faen er det du driver med?
Ekke det rart, finn et kart
Vi kan’ke en gang se klart
På tide alle vet snart at verden vil bedras
Smart start hysteri en liten smak av mytteri
Passer ikke religionen så bare bytter vi
Fytti grisen dette var jo destruktivt
Har snart levert et helt vers uten mening I
Og jeg har trening I og være I beste sendetid
Men rap som levebrød vi burde drevet rederi
Brenn for det du gjør
Ingen kan nekte oss
Størst er de med guts
Gjør det du brenner for
Livet er grenseløst
Hva er det du venter på
Hva er det du venter på
Hve er det du venter på
Har alltid vært ambisiøs og sta som bare faen
Var tre år da jeg sa at det man vil det klarer man
Det er ganske harry som kaffe som blandevann
Men er du med oss, nå kommer vi for andre gang
The sky is the limit sier folk, vi sier gjerne det
Men hakke tenk og gi oss før vi passerer stjernene
Endelig er det vi som kan si vi er tilbake
To plater på lik tid som det gjennomsnittli' svangerskapet
Skapt alt av intet med egenhendig handlekraft
Frontfiguren er begge to, og samtidig mannen bak
Fra utsiden ser det ut som piece of cake og barnemat
Men for å dra den langt så må man ta I et spa’tak
Ingenting er gratis, men mange ting er billige
Og lette og få tak I for de få som er villige
Det er du selv som bestemmer hvor langt du kan nå
Alt er der ute — så hva er det du venter på?
I’m going hard on 'em
If they talk too much on the song I’ll pull a card, homie
No hesitation, when it start, I rip a part, phony
I run the yard, not the guards, keep the frame on me
And I bang, Tony
It ain’t my fault that you hoes wanna hang on me
Like a (?), your game is lame lonely
I got some change, but I ain’t changed, homie
Call me Akon, damn, and put the blame on me
Like a 50 Cent and y’all just one penny
When we’re in the club, y’all ain’t getting any
It’s Mr. Burns in the flesh of course (?)
That’s why your girl is behind me, bottles and rubbing my chest
And yes, oh yes, her friend, her friend is touching me too
And now you hate me, cause they ain’t fucking with you
I’m sipping on Chris, I’m sipping on (?)
I’m international, you still at home with your mom

(translation)

Two people of the same kind
Think what we can achieve, E
Are we willing to work hard enough
We do not work upstairs
Just want to suggest
Tell what's going on and define Murphy's law
And I would estimate that the few who are on
Reaches brand new plateau
(Treads at a higher level)
Ey yo I spit the truth shit rip mics in the booth son
I come t
(Ey, what the hell are you doing?
No wonder, find a map
We can not even see clearly
In time everyone will soon know that the world will be deceived
Smart start hysteria a little taste of mutiny
If the religion does not fit, we just change
Fytti the pig this was destructive
Has soon delivered an entire verse without meaning I
And I have training in and be in prime time
But rap as a livelihood we should run a shipping company
Burn for what you do
No one can deny us
The largest are those with guts
Do what you are passionate about
Life is limitless
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
Has always been ambitious and stubborn as hell
Was three years old when I said that what you want you can do
It's pretty harry as coffee as mixed water
But are you with us, now we come for the second time
The sky is the limit people say, we like to say that
But chop think and give us before we pass the stars
Finally, it is we who can say we are back
Two plates at the same time as the average pregnancy
Created all out of nothing with your own action power
The front figure is both, and at the same time the man behind
From the outside, it looks like a piece of cake and baby food
But to take it far, you have to take a spa roof
Nothing is free, but many things are cheap
And ease and get hold of the few who are willing
It is up to you to decide how far you can go
Everything is out there - so what are you waiting for?
I'm going hard on 'em
If they talk too much on the song I’ll pull a card, homie
No hesitation, when it start, I rip a part, phony
I run the yard, not the guards, keep the frame on me
And I bang, Tony
It ain’t my fault that you hoes wanna hang on to me
Like a (?), Your game is lame lonely
I got some change, but I ain’t changed, homie
Call me Akon, damn, and put the blame on me
Like a 50 Cent and y’all just one penny
When we’re in the club, y’all ain’t getting any
It's Mr. Burns in the flesh of course (?)
That's why your girl is behind me, bottles and rubbing my chest
And yes, oh yes, her friend, her friend is touching me too
And now you hate me, cause they ain’t fucking with you
I'm sipping on Chris, I'm sipping on (?)
I’m international, you still at home with your mom