The Yo-Yo (Remix) - Little Brother перевод на немецкий

The Yo-Yo (Remix)

Yeah, yo Tay man
Let me, let me put you onto something man
See I'm tired of these girls, you know what I'm saying
Trying to play a nigga for the herb

Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yee yee yee, yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo yo

We need to sit down, me and you have a chit chat
Let's talk about friends and define that
Let's talk about us never mind that
Let's talk about trust where your mind at

So you looking for a man, won't find that
Had a good thing here, let's rewind facts
Believe me, I know all about them other cats
How they all played the game just to get to you

Spitting all in my ear which you like who
Tickled your fancy who you would invite
To be yours, I penned verses
Quote verses, with purpose, so nervous

I wrote urgence, I spoke shy, you spoke live
We spoke by, up until this year
When I saw you, you saw me, we walked on by
Till you found out I emcee, now you all up in my face like

Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yee yee yee, yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo yo

Why you all up in my face like?
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yee yee yee, yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo yo

Yeah, yeah, okay, alright

Ya'll know them niggas that I'm talkin' 'bout
The ones that ya'll be seeing at the coffee house
Soon as they get the mic, I start walkin' out
And swear that they skill the most talked about

It's time to bring the emcees on, I'm sick of niggas lookin' bitch
Trying to read poems and try to battle me with sandals and Capries on
Come on dog, I'm about to get hyped with this
Shed some light to this, so called Black Righteousness

Even though ya'll niggas might not cuss like me
At the end of the night, ya'll just trying to fuck like me
So what's the reason for the hating, niggas with dreads
Calling they self Gods with white girls named Caitlin'

And I'm cool with interracial dating, but I ain't about
To hear no fucking speeches 'cause I wanna have some bacon
I rock and swerve, that's why I cant fuck with
Coffee houses man, get on my goddamn nerves

And deep down, ya'll know that I'm right
Man shit I'm bout to kick some Trick Daddy
Next poetry night like my black queen
Don't know nan nigga

Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Niggas wanna come to my face
'Cause I'm making moves and they running in place
In my face like

Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Niggas wanna come to my face
Fuck that tofu, I need a pork chop on my plate
Like this nigga

Yo yo yo
Yo yo yo
Yo yo yo
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The Yo-Yo (Remix)

Yeah, yo Tay Mann
Lass mich, lass mich dir was zeigen, Mann
Ich hab die Nase voll von diesen Mädchen, verstehst du
Die versuchen, mich wegen Gras auszunutzen

Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yee yee yee, yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo yo

Wir müssen uns hinsetzen, du und ich, ein Pläuschchen halten
Lass uns über Freunde reden und das definieren
Lass uns über uns reden, ach, vergiss es
Lass uns über Vertrauen reden, wo dein Kopf ist

Also suchst du nach einem Mann, den wirst du nicht finden
Hattest was Gutes hier, lass uns die Fakten zurückdrehen
Glaub mir, ich kenn all diese anderen Typen
Wie sie alle gespielt haben, nur um dich zu kriegen

Flüstern dir ins Ohr, was du magst, wer
Hat dich umgarnt, wen würdest du einladen
Um dein Freund zu sein, ich hab Verse geschrieben
Zitiere Verse, mit Absicht, so nervös

Ich schrieb Dringlichkeit, ich sprach schüchtern, du sprachst live
Wir sprachen, bis zu diesem Jahr
Als ich dich sah, du mich sahst, wir gingen vorbei
Bis du rausfandst, dass ich rappe, jetzt bist du mir auf den Fersen wie

Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yee yee yee, yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo yo

Warum bist du mir auf den Fersen wie?
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yee yee yee, yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo yo

Yeah, yeah, okay, alles klar

Ihr kennt diese Typen, von denen ich rede
Die, die ihr im Coffeeshop trefft
Sobald sie ans Mikro gehen, gehe ich raus
Und schwören, sie wären die besten, über die alle reden

Es ist Zeit, die MCs zurückzubringen, ich hab's satt, wie sich Typen
Versuchen, Gedichte zu lesen und mich mit Sandalen und Capri-Hosen zu battlen
Komm schon, Alter, ich werd jetzt heiß hier
Werfe Licht auf diese sogenannte Schwarze Rechtschaffenheit

Auch wenn ihr Typen nicht fluchet wie ich
Am Ende des Tages wollt ihr nur ficken wie ich
Also was ist der Grund für den Hass, Typen mit Dreads
Nennen sich Götter mit weißen Mädchen namens Caitlin

Und ich hab nichts gegen Mixed-Beziehungen, aber ich hab keine Lust
Auf irgendwelche Vorträge, nur weil ich Speck essen will
Ich rocke und swerve, deshalb komm ich nicht klar
Mit Coffeeshops, Mann, die gehen mir auf die Nerven

Und tief drin wisst ihr, dass ich recht hab
Scheiße, ich geb gleich einen Trick Daddy
Beim nächsten Poetry Night ab wie meine schwarze Königin
Kennt keinen einzigen Typen

Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Typen wollen mir ins Gesicht sehen
Weil ich was bewege und sie auf der Stelle treten
In mein Gesicht wie

Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Typen wollen mir ins Gesicht sehen
Scheiß auf Tofu, ich brauch ein Schweinekotelett auf meinem Teller
Wie dieser Typ

Yo yo yo
Yo yo yo
Yo yo yo
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