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Translation
of Slang/Cultural References |
| Young
cat got back did a little
dig,
Kind of hearty but he tough, do-rag
and timbs,
Kind of hard to get a job,
Back out on
the block,
charge that to the game |
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cat
man dig insult/understand
do-rag a kind of cloth tied
over the hair timbs Timberland
brand work boots (popular hip-hop fashion)
on the block out on the
streets charge that to the game this
happened because of the way things are in inner city neighborhoods
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Young
girl she grew up in a rush had it bad,
no doubt,
She don't know who to trust every man
She ever loved only wanna
touch charge that to the game
But
it's all gravy,
baby
shots get popped, the cops
shut down the party jeans sag low,
Blow smoke out of dutches,
We got love for ya'll but
ya'll don't know us |
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had
it bad had a bad life
wanna want to
it's all gravy everything
is fine baby endearment
shots get popped bullets
are fired cops police jeans
sag low jeans have a low waistband (popular hip-hop fashion)
dutches Dutch Masters brand
cigars
ya'll you
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CHORUS
Now we swerve in the Suburban
and switchin lanes
Spend up all our dough on
them chrome and thangs,
Name our kids some funny names,
Don't hate on us, we're
fabulous
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Suburban Chevy Suburban
SUV
dough money chrome
and thangs cars
hate on us hate us
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We
pay cellulars for local
calls
Hatin kinds of demons up at the malls rockin cornrolls
and twist,
That's how we roll, don't
hate on us, we're fabulous
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cellulars
cell phone rates
cornrolls and
twist hairstyles popular with African Americans.
Cornrolls, more usually called cornrows, are a kind of braid worn close
to the head
how we roll the way we do
things
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They
met he said how she was a dime,
So naive that she believed every single lie,
17 first time slipped up bout to have a child charge that to the game
Was just us and mom, single family home,
She did the best she could, did it all alone,
Met a man but he won't raise a child that's not his own
Oh, no, oh, no, no
But its all gravy, baby
Shots get popped, the cops shut down the party jeans sag low,
Blow smoke out of dutches, we got
Love for ya'll but ya'll don't know us
CHORUS
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dime pretty girl
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With
all that we've got
And no matter whatever
together we'll weather the storm
And meanwhile with all we got it might get rough but it's all right
'Cuz U-N-I-T-Y is all we need
to get our R-E-S-P-E-C-T
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
(Repeat) |
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weather the storm survive the bad times
'Cuz because |
