Lyrics and translation Nafla - Jail

Jail

What you want?
내가 어디 그리 맘 안 들어
What you want?
난 좋은 것만 다 만들어
What you fuck u want?
Touchdown, 나머진 다 뒤로
What you want?
What you fuck u want?

수많은 같잖은 mc
가사 깊이 empty
기회는 많이 줬어 plenty
Na to the fla, 난 투팍 꺼
나쁜 짓만 골라 하는 muthfuka

랩에 커진 나의 동공
충격을 가해, 다가온 혼돈
다가온 성공
지키는 나의 crew, my boy loop
MKIT label

Don't mess with the west, 어쩌다
나를 마주치면 여자 아니면 떠나
이제는 바빠서 울려 나의 전화
타고난 박자를 가지고 난 all out

At the corner, use to sip 40s
다 베끼려고 애쓰는 내 목소리
개새끼들에게 들려줄 lecture
아무리 해봤자 나처럼 될 수 없어
계속해 keep it under
What

What you want?
내가 어디 그리 맘 안 들어
What you want?
난 좋은 것만 다 만들어
What you fuck u want?
Touchdown, 나머진 다 뒤로
What you want?
What you fuck u want?

Reppin' LA, 아직도
어리게 살아 이 도시에
난 가장 어울려 hey
나는 매일 랩, 하지
흥얼거리는 걸 곡으로 뽑아서
나눠줘

치료해 귓구멍
원하는 것들 만들어줄게 what you want
팔아 내 verse, 다 비싸게 받아
그대로 잘하니 다른 mc들 입을 막아
아직 힙합 바지 입고 다니지
유행시킨 내 검정 뉴에라 모자 fit
아직 밑단 바지 찢고 다니지
넌 날 따라 해도, not 힙합
Show yall what I'm all about

Still sip 40s
랩하면 내 입안에 나는 총소리
개새끼들에게 들려줄 lecture
아무리 해봤자 나처럼 될 수 없어
계속해 kee it under
What

What you want?
내가 어디 그리 맘 안 들어
What you want?
난 좋은 것만 다 만들어
What you fuck u want?
Touchdown, 나머진 다 뒤로
What you want?
What you fuck u want?

Money bags th issue
내게는 필수
Haters I missed you
건네는 pistol
You fukin' with the wrong one
I'mma steal yo bitch, take yo fame
And yo money all that bullshit u got
Peace

Jail

What do you want, baby?
What's got you so upset with me?
What do you want?
I'm only trying to do the right thing.
What the f#ck do you want?
Touchdown, I'm in control now.
What do you want?
What the f#ck do you want?

There are so many mediocre MCs out there,
Their lyrics are empty.
I've given them plenty of chances,
Na to the fla, I'm a Tupac type of dude,
The kind of guy who lives for trouble.

My pupils have grown big from all the rap music I've listened to,
I'm bringing the chaos, I'm bringing the shock.
I've achieved success,
My crew, my boy Loop, and my MKIT label have my back.
MKIT label

Don't mess with the west coast, girl,
If you run into me, you'd better be a woman or get out of my way.
I'm too busy these days to answer my phone.
I've got a natural rhythm, and I'm going all out.

At the corner, used to sip 40s,
Everyone's trying to copy my voice.
I've got some advice for these wannabes:
No matter how hard you try, you'll never be as good as me.
Just keep it under wraps.
What

What do you want, baby?
What's got you so upset with me?
What do you want?
I'm only trying to do the right thing.
What the f#ck do you want?
Touchdown, I'm in control now.
What do you want?
What the f#ck do you want?

Reppin' LA, still,
I was young when I came to this city,
I fit in the best, hey.
I rap every day, baby,
I turn my mumbles into songs,
And I share them with you.

Let me cure your boredom,
I'll make whatever you want, what do you want?
I sell my verses for a high price,
I shut other MCs down because I'm just that good.
I still wear hip-hop baggy pants,
And my fitted black New Era cap started the trend.
I still wear ripped jeans at the bottom,
You can try to copy me, but you'll never be hip-hop.
Show you all what I'm all about

Still sip 40s,
When I rap, my mouth sounds like a gunfight.
I've got some advice for these wannabes:
No matter how hard you try, you'll never be as good as me.
Just keep it under wraps.
What

What do you want, baby?
What's got you so upset with me?
What do you want?
I'm only trying to do the right thing.
What the f#ck do you want?
Touchdown, I'm in control now.
What do you want?
What the f#ck do you want?

Money bags are the issue,
I need them.
Haters, I missed you,
Here's a pistol.
You're messing with the wrong one,
I'm going to steal your girl, your fame,
And all that other bullshit you've got.
Peace