Lyrics of 1995 - Idaly, Adje, Rbdjan

1995 (original)

Communicatie is lacking ik spreek me mensen weinig
Zoveel shit is veranderd niks gaat het zelfde blijven
Zo ben ik weg bij me mams en Titi krijgt nu een kleine
Ik zweer ik heb jullie voor life, jullie tot het einde
Dat is voor heel de fam
Shit, ik doe dit voor heel de gang
Sinds tafels zijn gedraaid eten we groot
Japans met heel de gang
Ik weet nog we zeiden 'kan niet wachten tot het anders is'
Gedreven door die money maar weet dat dit niet alles is
Dus hou me koppie erbij, blijf op de weg en ik rij voor me vader daarboven en
voor de kids die ik krijg
Niet perfect dus hoop niet dat ze te veel lijken op mij
Ik doe me best te verbeteren maar al die shit komt met tijd
Ik hou het dicht bij mezelf ik doe niet mee met die hype
Als je niet één bent met je ziel raak je het makkelijk het kwijt
Doe geen moeite voor hoes omdat ik ze makkelijk krijg
Ik wist nog toen zij niet begrepen maar shit nu snappen ze mij
«Don't support the phonies support the real.
You know what I mean?
How can these people be talking about how they so real while they don’t care
about our communities?
How can they be talking 'bout what they ar all this,
you know, the hood bla di bla.
They don’t care about our communities.
You know what I mean?
Listen to the words people say in their lyrics and tell
me that that’s some real shit.
If that’s real too you?»
Yeah, soms ben ik moe van wifey maar wil ik me zoon missen?
Als het er op aan komt liever die hoes missen
Ik kan liever bouwen aan me fam, natuurlijk zie ik bitches op de gram
Maar vermijd drama voor me oudere daden genoeg karma
Een uurtje met je bitch is genoeg, genoeg charme
Ben verre van perfect maar ik doe me best
Er is veel wat ik niet doe maar ik doe de rest
Ik kom verder door me kennis niet door hoe goed ik dress
Genoeg dingen verneukt ik heb genoeg verpest
Ondanks mama niet had, die nieuwe schoen verpest
Vaak gekwetst dus ook genoeg gekwetst
Vroeger sneakers maar nu willen we gebouwen kopen
Alleen een nigga op skeems wil je vertrouwen kopen
Liefde niet te koop al kan je vrouwen kopen
Het leven is een bitch met mooie blauwe ogen
— You stay up here?
— Huh?
— You stay in Detroit?
— I don’t stay.
well I don’t stay here no more.
I used to stay right down the
block
— On which street?
— Tresden
— Why you moved?
— 'Cause I rap now
Het is eten of gegeten worden
Fock je ongeschreven regels het is heet geworden
Rommel en chaos voor een beetje orde
We just tryna get by, vergeef me voor me zonde
Ben ermee verbonden
De straat is onlosmakelijk, verraderlijk
De haters zaten daar, het gaat gepaard met gevaar
Overal toe in staat is de staat geen gemaar
Want, één keertje slippen het is klaar ah
That’s the road we on
For me homies in jail tot you’re home stay strong ah
Hou je hoofd hoog ennuh dikke middel vinger voor popo heey
En fock een fake friend ga van om me heen man you fucking up the game plan
Yeah, alles op sterk heb me kids, heb mevrouw, heb me werk ik ben cool
Let’s go!
«There was a lot of fights in our neighbourhood that started with 'what you
looking at?'
Why you looking at me?
You looking at me?
And then you realise.
Oh you.
oh you think I see you?
You’re in the space where you are hurting and
you think I see you.
So you don’t want me to look at you.
You dont want me to
see your pain.
You don’t.
So you put on this shell of this tough person that is
really willing to, fight me and possibly kill me.
Because I looked at you…»

(translation)

Communication is lacing I speak to me people little
So much shit has changed nothing's gonna stay the same
So I'm away from my moms and Titi is now getting a small one
I swear I have you for life, you till the end
That is for the whole fam
Shit, I'm doing this for the whole gang
Since tables are turned we eat big
Japanese with all the gang
I remember we said 'can't wait for it to change'
Driven by that money but know that's not all
So keep your head up, stay on the road and I'll drive for my father up there and
for the kids I get
Not perfect so hope they don't look too much like me
I tryto improvebut all that shit comes with time
I keep it close to myself I don't join the hype
If you're not one with your soul, it's easy to lose it
Don't bother for cover because I get themeasy
I knew when they didn't understand but shit now they getme
«Don't support the phonies support the real.
You know what I mean?
How can these people be talking about how they so real while they don't care
about our communities?
How can they be talking 'bout what they ar all this,
you know, the hood bla di bla.
They don't care about our communities.
You know what I mean?
Listen to the words people say in their lyrics and tell
me that's some real shit.
If that's real too you?»
Yeah, sometimes I'm tired of wifey but wanna miss me son?
When it comes down to it, I'd rather miss that cover
I d rather build on me fam, of course I see bitches on the gram
But avoid drama for me older deeds enough karma
An hour with your bitch is enough, enough charm
I'm far from perfect but I'm doing my best
There s a lot I don't do but I do the rest
I progress through me knowledge not through how well I dress
Fucked enough things I 've screwed up enough
Even though mom hadn't, ruined that new shoe
Often hurt so also hurt enough
Used to be sneakers but now we want to buy buildings
Only a nigga on skeems wanna buy you trust
Love not for sale though you can buy women
Life is a bitch with beautiful blue eyes
— You stay up here?
— Huh?
— You stay in Detroit?
— I don't stay.
well I don't stay here no more.
I used to stay right down the
block
— On which street?
— Tresden
— Why you moved?
— 'Cause I rap now
It's eat or be eaten
Fock je unwritten rules it's got hot
Clutter and chaos for a little order
We just tryna get by, forgive me for me sin
am connected to it
The street is inseparable, treacherous
The haters sat there, it comes with danger
Enable everywhere is the state no but
Because, one slip, it's done ah
That's the road we on
For me homies in jail till you're home stay strong ah
Keep your head high and nuh thick middle finger for popo heey
En fock a fake friend goaround me man you fucking up the game plan
Yeah, everything on strong have me kids, have madam, have me work I am cool
Let's go!
«There was a lot of fights in our neighborhood that started with 'what you
looking at?'
Why you looking at me?
You looking at me?
And then you realise.
oh you.
oh you think I see you?
You're in the space where you are hurting and
you think I see you.
So you don't want me to look at you.
you dont want me to
see your pain.
you don't.
So you put on this shell of this tough person that is
really willing to, fight me and possibly kill me.
Because I looked at you…»