Makna, Lirik Lagu Write This Down - 2Pac, Pop Smoke Terjemahan
Makna lirik lagu Write This Down dari 2Pac Pop Smoke (Remix) dengan terjemahan artinya, kisah keras jalanan dan pesan hidup penuh perlawanan
Yo, gengs! Kali ini gue bawain lo lagu **2Pac & Pop Smoke - "Write This Down"** ft. SoulChef, Notorious BIG, DMX, Nipsey, Snoop Dogg, Eazy E, Ice Cube, Dr Dre, NWA, Nas (Remix by Thug Theory), mix rap legend vibes yang bikin lo ngerasa di West Coast & Brooklyn bareng. Musiknya gabungan hip hop klasik & trap modern, feelnya dark tapi hype abis.
Makna Lagu Write This Down
Lagu ini menceritakan tentang kehidupan gangster & hustler yang penuh risiko, pengawasan polisi, loyalitas antar geng, dan perjuangan hidup dari sisi para rapper legendaris. Mereka berbagi cerita tentang kekerasan jalanan, kesetiaan, ambisi, dan gaya hidup thug serta boss player, sambil tetap enjoy dengan party, musik, dan kehidupan mewah. This track tells stories from legendary rappers about street life, loyalty, risks, hustling, and thug & boss player lifestyles, mixing dark realities with flashy vibes.
Let's dive in, bro! Hey fam! This is the remix featuring rap legends across eras, West Coast meets Brooklyn vibes, hard beats & dope flow, enjoy!
Lirik Lagu Write This Down
[2Pac]The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get me
Will I survive? Will I die? Come on, let's picture the possibility
Givin' me charges, lawyers makin' a grip
I told the judge I was raised wrong and that's why I blaze shit
Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
On my mobile, callin' big shots on the scene major
Packin' hundreds in my drawers, fuck the law
Bitches, I fuck with a passion, I'm livin' rough and raw
Catchin' cases at a fast rate, ballin' in the fast lane
Hustle 'til the mornin', never stopped until the cash came
Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die
Livе my life as a boss player, 'cause еven gettin' high
These niggas got me tossin' shit
I put the top down, now it's time to floss my shit
Keep your head up, nigga, make these motherfuckers suffer
The game sharper than a motherfuckin' razor blade
Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
One nigga's gettin' jealous and motherfuckers died
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me
We got foe niggas and low riders in ski masks
Screamin', "Thug Life" every time they pass, all eyes on me
Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player (All eyes on me)
I let the niggas know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight (All eyes on me)
Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
I start this gangsta shit
And it's the motherfucking thanks I get (hello)
I let the niggas know it's on for life
Don' t let the West Side ride tonight
Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke—gunsmoke, gunsmoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer, motherfucker, say your prayers!
"Hail Mary, full of grace..." Smack the bitch in the face
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back
Jab her if she act funny with the money
Oh, you got me mistaken, honey
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The Visa, capisce-ah? I'm out like The Vapors
Who's the one you call Mr. Macho?
The head honcho, swift fists like Cu-macho
I got so much styles I should be down with the Stylistics
"Make up to break up," niggas need to wake up
Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia
She don't remember shit, just the two hits
Her hittin' the floor and me hittin' the clit
Sucking on the tits, had the hooker beggin' for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly, love, my dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was Humpin' Around and Jumpin' Around
Jacked her, then, I asked her, "Who's her man?" She said, "B-I-G,"
Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)
[2Pac & Ice Cube]
I let the niggas know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight (All eyes on me)
Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
I start this gangsta shit
And it's the motherfucking thanks I get (hello)
I let the niggas know it's on for life Don' t let the West Side ride
[Pop Smoke]
I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element
I like dark skins, love her melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in
Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in
I had the Lambo, switch to the 'Rari
I'm a gangster, but I like to party
Pop a Perky, go retarded
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted
That's why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait)
Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on)
I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me
I said, "Wow, I'm on the TV"
I can't fuck with broke bitches, they be creepy
She be actin' up, she always tryna leave me
But she a bad gyal and she freaky
I have her hangin' off the rod like she MiMi
I never hit a bitch more than once 'cause they be leeches
But her pussy good, it taste like peaches
But she can have it, I don't need it
I'd rather have my money green like kiwi
I don't talk to niggas 'cause they be cappin'
Disrespect me and see what happen
I don't make a call for war, I start snappin'
Grr, them bullets blastin'
[DMX]
Everyday shit, around the way shit got me stressed (what)
So I keep on the vest in case a nigga wanna test (uh)
I got no time for games 'cause I'm all grown up
You wanna joke nigga? Laugh when you get blown up (come on)
See how funny it is when your kids ain't got no father
Cause you played it sweet now you floating in the harbor (for real)
Shit is hectic so respect it for your health (what)
Didn't think it was right, you should've checked it yourself (come on)
Life is too short to get caught up in some dumb shit
Wake up one day, 40 years old on some bum shit
Time flew by, you was too fly to see the light
Everyday it's getting darker then comes the night
Now what? (what) Realize that you ain't got shit (uh)
Not long ago you was the man on some hot shit
So just peep the flow yo, 'cause you already in this
Make sure your shit is right kid and handle your business
[2Pac & Ice Cube]
I let the niggas know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight
Look at these niggas with attitudes, hello
Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes, hello
I started this gangsta shit
And it's the motherfucking thanks I get (hello)
I let the niggas know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight
[Eazy-E]
Aw yeah, let's take a trip
Just sit back and light a spliff to this and don't slip
On a funky-dope track, jump back
Strapped with a fat buddha sack and a 7-8 'Lac
Come clean, gangsta lean, I got green
Bud, I serve dubs like it ain't no thing
I hang with O.G. niggas, don't set trip
Or you might get a slug in your fuckin' back
I don't slack when it come to street
I kick real G-funk to a gangsta beat
It's so sweet, when you got money to spend
I got a proper big tilt and a fly-big Benz
I make ends, spend my dough on no ho
That's how it is and that's how it goes
Act like you know when I creep real slow
Givin' love to them players that I know is real G's (hello)
[Ice Cube]
The motherfuckin world is a ghetto
Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal
When the smoke settle
I'm just lookin' for a big yellow
In six inch stilletos
Dr. Dre (Hello) perculatin' keep em waitin
While you sittin here hatin, yo' bitch is hyperventilatin'
Hopin' that we penetratin, you gets natin'
Cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin'
Gangbang affiliatin, MC Ren'll have you
Wildin' off a zone and a whole half a gallon
(Get to dialin) 9 1 1 emergency
(And you can tell 'em) It's my son he's hurtin me
(And he's a felon) On parole for robbery
Ain't no coppin a plea, ain't no stoppin' a G
I'm in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly
You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly
They call me the Don Dada
Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla
Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala
Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga I'm a scholar
The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible
Beg a ho, let it go, dick ain't edible
Nigga ain't federal, I plan shit
While you hand picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die
Live my life as a boss player, 'cause even gettin' high
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes (Hello)
[Dr. Dre]
Did I fall off? Got you in your room
Rippin every "Chronic" poster on your wall off
Just cause I put away the sawed off
Now I got you sittin back with a smirk
Listenin with your arms crossed
Questionin Dre's credibility (What?)
Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits
Y'all be killin me
As if I need to make mo' I got a mansion
And six cars that are paid fo'
suck my dick! (Hello)
We came a long way from not givin a fuck
Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up
Now we got the whole world starstruck
Made a million plus and still don't give a motherfuck
Motherfucker I'm Dre - I don't need your respect
I don't need to make another album bitch I don't gotta do shit
I do it because I want to not to stay in the game
Fuck the fame, I'm still stayin the same, lil' bitch! (Hello)
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? (Hello)
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? (Hello)
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes (Hello) x2
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
[MC Ren]
Villain blows up yo' spot
Take yo' notebook yo' bitch and yo' Glock
This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock
You slapped her ass that's alarmin
Cause she want my Worm like Carmen
We chin check niggas, them thin check niggas
Run trains on golddiggers beware these fo' niggas
Scarin motherfuckers like Steven King flicks
Makin' niggas clear the room like a dyke fleein' dick
Makin 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik
So when I bomb first nigga who you rollin with?
Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo' fine ass bitch
Cause you could lose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle
Watch niggas kiss my ass without flexin a muscle
Bitches - all in the back they knees waitin to buckle
Same time same channel don't change the dial
Niggaz4Life, fuckin your wife, these niggas wild (Hello)
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes (Hello) x2
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? (Hello)
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
[Method Man]
Ayo, Im so humble but on a bumble
I speak for the jungle, 2 else for and a mumble
Sunny, Ill sell you a bunny and take it from you
Won you
These rappers are sugar bordering dumb-juice
Ya'll make just come through like a five star
Chillin but I could finish you, in five hours
Working like baby jesus I get them lined up
That l'l leave them holy just matrimony like my god
Staten Island and Cony Island that's two squads
Something like this could cook crack that too hard
Meth, Im too fresh I smell like a new car
The Woo Tang my favorite member is U-God
[Nas]
Make history before you go
Fuck the misery, you living po we getting doe
Except the dollars other reasons why I'm living yo (why?)
Time is viable
Low and behold the young, black, and powerful
Got to eat yo, everyday my daughters feet grow
You wack and cheap with the doe, my heat could blow
Paying doctors when I'm born, a preacher when I'm buried
That's why cash is needed for my kids to inherit
Gotta pay just for living, tax life is a b'ness (business)
If you catch a bad deal, watch your life diminish
Deals made by God and the Devil, and we in it
Pawns in the game, can't complain or say shit
Just strap up and hold on, hope for the best
Prepare for the worse, no fears no nothing on earth
No tears if I'm dumped in a hearse, I won't be the first
Nor the last nigga, let's get this cash nigga
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die
Live my life as a boss player, 'cause even gettin' high
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
[Nipsey Hussle]
Where yo money at?
We gon' smoke a hundred sacks
Shootin' up your block
Switch cars, then we double back
You a funny cat
You ain't made a hundred racks
You ain't nothin' like Nip Hussle
That's a fuckin' fact
Puttin' on for my city, got 100 stats
I'm the realest nigga in it, can't front on that
A lot of fake niggas hate me cause they wanna rap
But if they dumb enough to say it, I'ma fuckin snap
Big guns, big guns, I got big guns
AR's, AK's, nigga pick one
This young nigga on that shit you should get on
And I promise she get fucked if yo bitch come
Know some Inglewood niggas showed a Crip love
He was like, "That nigga Nip kinda sick, Blood"
Know them East Side niggas bang my shit tough, it's all love
Even to my homeboys that switched up
Funny thing is they swore when I get rich
I would turn my back on 'em but I'm still up in the mix, huh
God damn, ain't that some shit?
Can a young nigga pull up in a six gettin' his dick sucked
Where yo money at?
We gon' smoke a hundred sacks
Shootin' up your block
Switch cars, then we double back
You a funny cat
You ain't made a hundred racks
You ain't nothin' like Nip Hussle
That's a fuckin' fact
[Snoop Dogg]
For God so loved the world he gave us a good Crip
The late, great Neighborhood Nip
Dippin' in this L.A. Bullshit
'Bout as solid of youngsta as a nigga could get (yup)
Was nothin' like these thug phonies
Was always showin' love
And big respect for all the Blood homies (whuttup!)
You understood the values in the youth
Man, I swear to God, nephew, you was the truth
Damn, how could this nigga do this?
It's 'cause every neighborhood Jesus, got a neighborhood Judas
Who hate to see yo' team ride rich
You see that envy and that pride
That's that green eyed bitch
Worse than a woman scorned (damn)
It'd be better for that man if he had never been born
But Mary, don't you mourn, Martha, don't you weep
You see, your son still affected us deep
Give us the faith to take that leap
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die
Live my life as a boss player, 'cause even gettin' high
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
[Outro: 2Pac]
Pay attention, my niggas! See how that shit go?
Nigga walk up in this motherfucker and it be like, "Bing!"
Cops, bitches, every-motherfuckin'-body
(Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die)
(Live my life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high)
I got bustas, hoes, and police watchin' a nigga, you know?
(I live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die)
(Livin' life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high)
He he he, it's like what they think
I'm walkin' around with some ki's in my pocket or somethin'
They think I'm goin' back to jail, they really on that dope,baby!
Y'all got me under surveillance, huh?
All eyes on me, but I'm knowin'
Lirik Lagu Write This Down dengan Terjemahan Indonesia
[2Pac]
Polisi udah awasi gue
Banyak bacot di luar sana mau jatohin gue
Gue bakal selamat apa tewas? Yuk bayangin aja kemungkinannya
Mereka nimpuk gue pake kasus, pengacara kerja keras
Gue bilang ke hakim, gue tumbuh di jalan yang salah, makanya gue main api
Dari bocah udah hiper, remaja udah dingin hati
Di HP, telponin orang penting di scene
Nyimpen lembaran ratusan di celana, bodo amat sama hukum
Cewek? Gue gaspol, hidup gue keras dan apa adanya
Kena kasus cepet, hidup gue penuh aksi
Kerja keras sampe pagi, berhenti cuma kalo duit udah mendarat
Gue hidup kayak preman sampe mati
Tetep kayak bos, walau lagi nge-fly
Musuh bikin gue naik darah
Gue turunin atap mobil, waktunya pamer barang gue
Angkat kepala lo, bro, bikin musuh nyesel
Permainan ini tajem kayak silet
Kata orang duit bawa cewek, cewek bawa bohong
Satu orang cemburu, langsung ada yang tewas
Orang ngandelin gue kayak tanggal satu sama lima belas
Mereka bisa nahan gue sebentar, tapi kagak bisa ngikat selamanya
Gue punya empat orang dan low rider pake ski mask
Teriakin “Thug Life” tiap lewat, semua mata ke gue
[2Pac & Ice Cube]
Gue kasih tau nih, ini geng seumur hidup
Jangan kasih West Side ngegas malam ini
Hidup gue preman sampe mati
Hidup kayak bos, walau lagi nge-fly
Gue yang mulai semua gaya gangsta ini
Terus balasannya? Cuma segini? (yo!)
Gue kasih tau nih, ini geng seumur hidup
Jangan kasih West Side ngegas malam ini
[The Notorious B.I.G.]
Santai, ambil catetan, sambil gue ngisap ganja
Lo gue kunci leher, bau mesiu, bau mesiu
Biggie Smalls nyalon jadi walikota, pembantai rap
Pemburu cewek nakal, siapin doa lo!
“Hail Mary, full of grace…”
Tampol cewek di muka, rampas tas Gucci sama jaket North Face-nya
Tusuk kalo dia sok-sokan sama duitnya
Eh, lo salah sangka, sayang
Gue gak mau perkosa, gue cuma mau duitnya
Visa, paham kan? Gue cabut kayak asap rokok
Siapa yang lo sebut Mr. Macho?
Bos besar, tinju cepet kayak Cu-macho
Gaya gue bejibun, harusnya gue masuk Stylistics
"Putus nyambung terus" lo semua harus sadar
bau (ganja) Indonesia, bikin lo sampe kejang
Abis itu gue gas nyokap lo, sampe amnesia
Dia nggak inget apa-apa, cuma dua hal, dia nyium lantai, gue nyium klirotisnya
Gue isep, bikin dia minta dimasukin
Dan nyokap lo nggak jelek, sayang, batang gue langsung keras
Gue kombinasi House of Pain sama Bobby Brown
Gue lompat-lompatan sambil Jumping around
Abis itu gue tanya, “Siapa cowok lo?” Dia jawab, “B-I-G”
Langsung gue tembak di matanya (Yo Big, lo parah banget)
[Dr. Dre]
Gue jatoh? Kagak, cuma bikin lo di kamar
Cabutin semua poster “Chronic” dari tembok lo
Cuma gara-gara gue simpen senjata gue
Sekarang lo duduk sambil nyengir sinis
Tangan nyilang, nanya soal kredibilitas Dre (What?)
Mikir apa gue masih bisa bikin hit
Lo semua kocak, kayak gue butuh bikin lagu lagi
Gue udah punya mansion sama enam mobil lunas
Isap pler gue! (Hello)
Kita udah jauh dari masa bodo
Jual kaset dari bagasi mobil sampe sekarang di atas
Sekarang dunia liat kita kayak bintang
Cuan jutaan, tapi masih bodo amat
Gue Dre, bro, gak butuh respek lo
Gak harus bikin album baru, gue gak wajib ngapa-ngapain
Gue bikin karena gue mau, bukan buat tetep eksis
Fk tenar, gue tetep sama, lil’ bch! (Hello)
[MC Ren]
Villain ledakin spot lo
Ambil buku catetan, cewek lo, sama Glock lo
Ni orang kira ceweknya ada gembok
Lo tepok pantat dia, wah itu bahaya
Karena dia mau Worm gue kayak Carmen
Gue tes mental cowok, ngecek tipis-tipis
Ngereta cewek matre, hati-hati sama empat orang ini
Bikin orang kaget kayak film Steven King
Ngosongin ruangan kayak cewek tomboy kabur dari batang
Bikin lagu kayak 2nd II None, kayak DJ Quik
Jadi kalo gue ngegas duluan, lo sama siapa?
Bodo amat sama ice di pergelangan lo, bodo amat sama cewek lo
Karena itu bisa ilang di ribut kecil, liat gue cari cuan
Liat orang cium pantat gue tanpa gue gerak otot
Cewek di belakang udah siap lutut lemes
Jam sama channel yang sama, jangan ganti siaran
Niggaz4Life, nge-gas istri lo, kita liar (Hello)
[Method Man]
Yo, gue rendah hati, tapi tetep waspada
Gue ngomong buat rimba beton, dua tarikan dan gumaman
Bro, gue jual kelinci trus gue ambil lagi dari lo
Menang gampang
Rapper-rapper manis ini kayak minuman bodoh
Gue dateng kayak hotel bintang lima
Santai tapi bisa abisin lo dalam lima jam
Kerja kayak bayi Yesus, gue bikin mereka berbaris
Bikin mereka bolong kayak upacara nikah, demi Tuhan
Staten Island sama Coney Island itu dua geng gue
Gue masak barang kayak crack, keras banget
Meth, gue fresh banget sampe wangi kayak mobil baru
Wu-Tang, member favorit gue U-God
[Nas]
Bikin sejarah sebelum lo cabut
Bodo amat sama susah, kita nyari duit
Selain dolar, ada alasan lain gue tetep hidup (kenapa?)
Waktu itu mahal
Liat dan pahami, anak muda, hitam, dan kuat
Harus makan, tiap hari kaki anak gue tumbuh
Lo pelit dan miskin, panas gue bisa meledak
Bayar dokter pas lahir, pendeta pas dikubur
Makanya duit perlu buat diwarisin ke anak
Hidup bayar pajak, dunia ini bisnis
Kalau lo kena deal jelek, nyawa lo bisa habis
Deal dari Tuhan sama setan, kita di tengah
Pion di permainan, gak bisa ngeluh
Cuma pasang sabuk, siapin diri
Harap yang terbaik, siapin yang terburuk, gak ada takut di bumi
Gak ada air mata kalo gue masuk peti, gue bukan yang pertama
Atau yang terakhir, bro, ayo kejar duit ini
[Pop Smoke]
Gue bisa aja hajar mentah, tapi itu bukan gaya gue
Gue demen kulit gelap, cakep ada melaninnya
Sepatu Louboutin, itu yang gue injek
Tiga puluh botol Azul, bilangin suruh kirim semua
Gue punya Lambo, ganti ke ‘Rari
Gue gangster, tapi gue juga doyan party
Telan perky, langsung oleng
Gue anak Brooklyn, hati gue udah beku
Makanya gue demen cewek bandel (woah), kayak RiRi (wait)
Tiap ketemu gue, dia mau makan gue (hold on)
Gue nyala kayak Justin Bieber, percaya deh
Gue bilang, “Wah, gue nongol di TV”
Gue gak main sama cewek kere, kelakuannya aneh
Dia suka drama, sering mau ninggalin gue
Tapi dia bandel dan freaky
Gue bikin dia nyangkut di tiang kayak MiMi
Gue gak pernah ngehajar cewek dua kali, mereka parasit
Tapi rasanya enak, kayak buah persik
Boleh dia punya, gue gak butuh
Gue lebih suka duit gue ijo kayak kiwi
Gue gak ngobrol sama cowok karena pada tukang ngibul
Kurang ajar sama gue, liat aja yang kejadian
Gue gak nelpon buat perang, gue langsung nge-snap
Grr, pelurunya meledak
[DMX]
Hidup sehari-hari di blok bikin gue stres (what)
Makanya gue pake rompi anti peluru kalau ada yang mau ngetes (uh)
Gue gak punya waktu buat main-main, gue udah gede
Lo mau becanda, bro? Ketawa aja nanti kalo lo yang meledak (come on)
Liat deh lucunya kalo anak lo udah gak punya bokap
Karena lo main manis, ujungnya lo ngambang di dermaga (for real)
Hidup ini keras, jadi hormatin demi nyawa lo (what)
Ngerasa itu gak bener? Harusnya lo cek sendiri (come on)
Hidup terlalu singkat buat nyangkut di drama bego
Tau-tau bangun umur 40 udah jadi pecundang
Waktu terbang, lo terlalu songong buat liat cahaya
Tiap hari makin gelap, malem pun dateng
Sekarang apa? (what) Sadar lo gak punya apa-apa (uh)
Baru kemarin lo orang panas di jalan
Jadi simak alurnya, bro, lo udah kebawa arus
Pastikan langkah lo bener dan urus bisnis lo
[Eazy-E]
Aw yeah, ayo jalan-jalan
Duduk santai, nyalain ganja, jangan sampe kepleset
Beat funk gahar, lompat balik
Bawa ganja gendut sama Cadillac 7-8
Datang rapi, gaya gangster miring, duit ijo di tangan
Ganja gue jual kayak gak ada apa-apa
Gue nongkrong sama OG, gak nyari ribut
Kalau lo macem-macem, peluru nyampe punggung lo
Gue gak males kalo urusan jalanan
Gue tebar G-funk asli di beat gangster
Manis rasanya kalo punya duit buat dihamburin
Gue punya rumah miring keren sama Benz mewah
Gue cari cuan, gak buang duit buat cewek murahan
Begitulah aturan, dan gitu jalannya
Pura-pura paham aja kalo gue jalan pelan
Kasih cinta buat para pemain sejati yang gue kenal
[Ice Cube]
Dunia ini kayak ghetto besar
Penuh majalah, peluru, sama besi berat
Pas asap udah turun
Gue cuma nyari cewek kuning
Pake high heels 6 inci
Dr. Dre (Hello) ngatur tempo, bikin lo nunggu
Sementara lo duduk nge-hate, cewek lo malah megap-megap
Berharap kita tembus, lo jadi pengen
Karena gue gak pernah main sama setan, tapi keras di administrasi jalanan
Gengbang gue solid, MC Ren bisa bikin lo
Ngamuk satu zona sambil ngabisin setengah galon
(Angkat telpon) 911 darurat
(Bilang aja) Anak gue nyakitin gue
(Dan dia napi) Bebas bersyarat abis ngerampok
Gak ada negosiasi, gak ada stop buat G sejati
Gue di mobil 6, lo mesti naik mobil 3, ini permainan monopoli
Lo urus barang berantakan, gue jatuhin kilo rapi
[Nipsey Hussle]
Mana duit lo?
Kita bakar seratus linting ganja
Hajar blok lo
Ganti mobil, abis itu muter balik
Lo kocak, bro
Lo belum pernah ngumpulin seratus ribu
Lo bukan kayak Nip Hussle
Itu fakta, gak bisa dibantah
Gue pasang nama buat kota gue, pegang 100 statistik
Gue real banget di game ini, gak ada yang bisa bohongin
Banyak tukang rap palsu benci gue karena pengen nyanyi juga
Tapi kalo mereka cukup tolol buat ngomongin, gue bakal nge-snap
Senjata gede, AR, AK, pilih aja
Anak muda ini udah di level lo harus nyusul
Dan gue janji cewek lo kena kalo dia dateng
Gue kenal anak Inglewood yang kasih cinta ke Crip
Dia bilang, “Nip gila juga, Blood”
Anak East Side juga puter lagu gue kenceng, semua cinta
Buat temen lama yang berkhianat pun gue gak lupa
Lucunya mereka pikir pas gue kaya
Gue bakal ninggalin, tapi gue masih di lapangan
Gila gak tuh? Bisa gak anak muda nongkrong di mobil 6 sambil dapet servis
Mana duit lo?
Kita bakar seratus linting ganja
Hajar blok lo
Ganti mobil, muter balik
Lo kocak
Lo belum pernah ngumpulin seratus ribu
Lo bukan kayak Nip Hussle
Itu fakta, bro
[Snoop Dogg]
Tuhan sayang dunia, Dia kasih kita Crip sejati
Si mendiang, hebatnya Neighborhood Nip
Nyemplung di omongan bullshit L.A.
Segokil itu anak muda bisa jadi (yup)
Dia gak kayak preman palsu lainnya
Selalu kasih respect, bahkan buat Blood homies (whuttup!)
Lo ngerti nilai di anak muda
Demi Tuhan, keponakan, lo itu asli
Gimana bisa ada orang lakuin ini?
Karena tiap lingkungan punya Yesus, juga punya Judas
Yang benci liat tim lo sukses
Itu iri sama gengsi
Itu sih penyakit hati yang lebih parah dari dendam cewek
Lebih baik orang itu gak pernah lahir
Tapi Mary, jangan sedih, Martha, jangan nangis
Anak lo masih ngasih dampak di hati kita
Kasih kita iman buat berani loncat
[2Pac – Outro]
Dengerin baik-baik, bro! Liat gimana cara mainnya
Lo masuk ke ruangan ini, langsung bing!
Polisi, cewek, semua orang ngeliatin
(Hidup gue preman sampe mati)
(Hidup gue bos sampe mati, walau lagi nge-fly)
Gue punya musuh, cewek, dan polisi ngawasin
(Gue hidup preman sampe mati)
(Hidup bos, walau lagi nge-fly)
Hehehe, mereka kira
Gue bawa kilo di kantong atau apalah
Kira gue bakal balik ke penjara, mereka bener-bener nge-fly
Mereka awasin gue 24 jam, huh?
Semua mata ke gue, tapi gue tau…
Riwayat Lagu / Album
Lagu ini merupakan remix kolaborasi legendaris yang menggabungkan rapper klasik & modern, menampilkan berbagai aliran West Coast, East Coast, dan trap. Dirilis secara independen oleh Thug Theory, menjadi hype di komunitas rap internasional.
Komentar personal / interpretasi fans
Fans bilang lagu ini super nostalgic tapi juga hype, kayak ngerasain vibes 90-an & 2000-an bareng rapper legend, mix cerita jalanan & party life. Banyak yang nge-praise beat & line memorablenya.
Cerita tentang band / proses kreatif
Remix ini digarap Thug Theory, gabungin multi-rapper dengan flow unik masing-masing. Studio session reportedly intense, tiap rapper dapet spot buat shine sesuai vibe mereka, nyiptain track epic & penuh energi.
Orang Juga Bertanya
Apakah lagu ini viral di TikTok?
Iya, beberapa clip remix nya sempet trending di komunitas hip hop TikTok, banyak yang make snippet untuk dance & lip sync.
Siapa aja rapper yang ikut di versi remix ini?
2Pac, Pop Smoke, SoulChef, Notorious BIG, DMX, Nipsey, Snoop Dogg, Eazy E, Ice Cube, Dr Dre, NWA, Nas, remix by Thug Theory.
Apa tema utama lagu ini?
Hidup gangster, hustler, loyalitas geng, hidup jalanan, party, musik, dan gaya hidup boss player & thug.