Текст и перевод песни Ikka - Hip To The Hop

Hip To The Hop

Yeah yeah
Let's go

Sote sher ko na chhediyo be
Woh bandha na kisi bhi bhediyon se, watch
Raat ko Dilli ki gehdiyo pe
Jo badla channel to radio pe, exclusive
Flex karun badi si video main, boss
Interview deta MTV pe, swag
Toilet mein busy PSP pe, chill
Aaj bhi karun shopping mein CP se, tradition

Feature karta main lakhon mein, level
Paisa lagta hai baaton pe, mehnat
Khatkun main apnon ki aankhon meim, jalan
Na kisi ke phate mai jhaakun mein
Thok ke na kabhi bhi chatun mai, thu
Soup na kisi se baatun main
Chop Suey manchow phabsa main
Chinese ke zayake mein, yum yum

Bada check lifafe mai
Yakeen nahi jhoothe dikhave mein
Industry yeh chalti dikhawe pe, sachchai
Sab chhod tera bhai munafe mein, life
Ladkiyon ka ghera Gaddafi main, salute
Bhai teri bandi thaka di hai, jaake puchh
Bachpan se seekhi chalaki hai, tez
Jo thi na woh kismat bana di hai

Scene pop karun jab koyi gaana drop karun
Music meri bandi uske sath lip lock karun
Main exclusive shit jaake beta shop karun
Crip walk dekh meri hip to the hop karun
Hip to the hop karu
Hip to the hop karu
Hip to the hop karu
Hip to the hop karu
Subah se main shaam
9 se 9 ki na koyi job karun

Yeh hai street fighter shorioki
Likhta na karta katal mera pen
Unka katal woh jo palte hain veham
Faaltu ke vehamon ki cho dete, shhhhh
And then log karein baatein
Khete ki hum ki yeh rap rip nai gaate
Itni sutaye bete ghar tak bhagate
Bachkane baap ko na chona sikhate

Khaun piyun mein chaude mein
Whisky ab sode mein
Kaam karun mota main
Paison pe sota main
Dilli ke daure pe
Bhai tera ghode pe
Kala khatta tu lode pe

Yahan gudi pe padte hain chaate
Mustafa wali yahan chalti hain laatein
Launde hain kaabil na kisi ki chaatein
Kaamyaabi sulagati hai jhaein, teri jali na

Studio mein jaati hain raatein
Aajkal Bollywood ke liye gaate
Call badi company se mujhe aate
Khade pair bade check hain mil jaate
Tere gaane Kumbh ke hai khartate
Mere gaane shaolin kung-fu karate
Diss ke alawa aur kya tum banate
Public ka fuddu le public ke chaatein

Phunko hara maal tabhi aankhein laal
Hua nasha kam daru aur daal
Khaane peene wale se hai bol chaal
Peke daru karte hook jhol-jhal
Jab mile moka beta khol daal
No ball milla free hit, free hit
Mai hun giant tu hai midget, midget
Mere aage teri yeh kala hai simit, simit
Ya to ld le ya phir leave it, leave it

Scene pop karun jab koyi gaana drop karun
Music meri bandi uske sath lip lock karun
Main exclusive shit jaake beta shop karun
Crip walk dekh meri hip to the hop karun
Hip to the hop karu
Hip to the hop karu
Hip to the hop karu
Hip to the hop karu
Subah se main shaam
9 se 9 ki na koyi job karun

Hip To The Hop

Yeah yeah
Let's go

Don't mess with my crew, baby
They're not messed with by anyone, watch
In the depths of Delhi at night
Who changed the channel to the radio, exclusive
I flex in a big video, boss
I give an interview on MTV, swag
Busy on the PSP in the toilet, chill
I still shop in CP, tradition

I'm featured among millions, level
Money is spent on words, hard work
I get into the eyes of my own, jealousy
I don't bow down to anyone's tears
I never talk trash, you
I don't chat with anyone
Chop Suey manchow, I'm hooked
In the taste of Chinese, yum yum

Big check in the envelope
Don't believe the fake show
This industry runs on show, truth
My brother leaves everything for profit, life
A circle of girls around Gaddafi, salute
Baby, your girl is tired, go ask
I've been learning tricks since childhood, fast
What was there, I made it my destiny

When I drop a song, the scene pops
My music is my girl, I lip lock with her
I go shop for exclusive shit, baby
Watch my crip walk, I hip to the hop
Hip to the hop, baby
Hip to the hop, baby
Hip to the hop, baby
Hip to the hop, baby
From morning till evening
I don't have any 9 to 9 job

This is the street fighter shorioki
My pen doesn't write, it kills
The killing of those who nurture illusions
I give those useless illusions to, shhhhh
And then people talk
They say that we don't sing this rap rip
So many sons run home
They don't teach their childish fathers

I eat and drink in the wide
Whiskey now in the little bit
I work, I'm fat
I sleep on money
On Delhi's tour
Brother, you're on the horse
Black sweet on your load

Here, slaps are given on the forehead
Mustafa wali, they bring the drinks here
Guys are capable, not anyone's slaps
Success ignites flames, yours didn't burn

Nights are spent in the studio
These days, I sing for Bollywood
Big company calls come to me
Big checks are given to me on my feet
Your songs are Kumbh, they're crackling
My songs are shaolin kung-fu karate
What else do you make besides diss
You take the public's fuddu, public's slaps

Blow green stuff, then your eyes are red
Got intoxicated, less alcohol and lentils
The one who eats and drinks, his talk is smooth
Drink liquor, do hook jhol-jhal
When you get a chance, baby, open it up
No ball missed, free hit, free hit
I'm a giant, you're a midget, midget
Your art is limited in front of me, limited
Either take it or leave it, leave it

When I drop a song, the scene pops
My music is my girl, I lip lock with her
I go shop for exclusive shit, baby
Watch my crip walk, I hip to the hop
Hip to the hop, baby
Hip to the hop, baby
Hip to the hop, baby
Hip to the hop, baby
From morning till evening
I don't have any 9 to 9 job