Song | Mr. Nigga |
Artist | Mos Def |
Artist | Q;indivi |
Artist | Tip |
Album | Black On Both Sides |
作词 : Martin, Smith | |
mr. nigga | |
Say ho, everybody say ho | |
Bop-po quay yo | |
I said take it slow like way back in the day-yo | |
Bop-po quay yo, everybody say ho | |
Everybody say hooooo- hooo | |
Everybody say ho | |
And check it out now | |
Who is cat eating out on the town | |
And make the whole dining room turn they head around | |
Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
He got the speakers in the trunk | |
With the bass on crunk | |
Who be riding up in the highrise elevator | |
Other tenants who be praying they ain't the new neighbor | |
Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
They try to play him like a chump | |
Cause he got what they want | |
He under thirty years old | |
But already he's a pro | |
Designer trousers slung low | |
Because his pockets stay swoll' | |
Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go | |
Vip at the club, backstage at the show | |
(yes y'all) the best crib, the best clothes | |
Hottest whips on the road | |
Neck and wrists on froze (say word) | |
Checks with o's o-o-o-o-ohs | |
Straight all across the globe | |
Watch got three time-zones | |
Keep a digital phone up to his dome | |
Two assistants | |
Two bank accounts, two homes | |
One problem | |
Even with the o's on his check | |
The po-po stop him and show no respect | |
"is there a problem officer?" | |
Damn straight, it's called race | |
That motivate the jake (woo-woo) to give chase | |
Say they want you successful, but that ain't the case | |
You livin large, your skin is dark | |
They flash a light in your face | |
Now, who is cat dining out on the town | |
Me'tradie wanna take a whole year to sit him down | |
Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
He got the speakers in the trunk | |
With the bass on crunk | |
Now, who is the cat at armani buying wears | |
With the tourists who be asking him, do you work here? | |
Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
Nigga nigga | |
Yo, the abstract with the mighty mos def | |
White folks got it muffled across beneath they breathe | |
"i didn't say it.." | |
But they'll say it out loud again | |
When they deal with their close associates and friends | |
You know | |
Sneak it in with they friends at the job | |
Happy hour at the bar | |
While this song is in they car | |
And even if they've never said it, lips stay sealed | |
Their actions reveal how their hearts really feel | |
Like, late night i'm on a first class flight | |
The only brother in sight | |
The flight attendent catch fright | |
I sit down in my seat, 2c | |
She approach officially talking about, "excuse me" | |
Her lips curl up into a tight space | |
She don't believe that i'm in the right place | |
Showed her my boarding pass, | |
And then she sort of gasped | |
All embarrassed put an extra lime in my water glass | |
An hour later here she comes by walking past | |
"i hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph" | |
They stay on nigga patrol on american roads | |
And when you travel abroad they got world nigga laws | |
Some folks get on a plane go as they please | |
But i go over seas and i get over siezed | |
London-heathro, me and my people | |
They think that illegal's a synonym for negro | |
Far away places, customs agents flagrant | |
They think the dark face is smuggle waiting in cases | |
Bags inspected, now we arrested | |
Attention directed to contents of our intestines | |
Urinanalyis followed by x-rays | |
Interegated and detained to damn near the next day | |
No evidence, no appology and no regard | |
Even for the big american rap star | |
For us especially, us most especially, | |
A mr nigga vip jail cell just for me | |
"if i knew you were coming i'd have baked a cake | |
Just got some shoe-polish, painted my face" | |
They say they want you successful | |
But then they make it stressful | |
You start keeping pace, they start changing up the tempo | |
Now, who is cat riding out on the town | |
State trooper want to stop in his ride, pat him down | |
Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
He got the speakers in the trunk | |
With the bass on crunk | |
Now, who is the cat with the hundred dollar bill | |
They gotta send it to the back to make sure the shit is real | |
Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
Nigga nigga nigga | |
You can laugh and criticize michael jackson if you wanna | |
Woody allen, molested and married his step-daughter | |
Same press kicking dirt on michael's name | |
Show woody and soon-ye at the playoff game, holding hands | |
Sit back and just bug, think about that | |
Would he get that type of dap if his name was woody black? | |
Oj found innocent by a jury of his peers | |
They been fucking with that nigga for last five years | |
Is it fair, is it equal, is it just, is it right? | |
Do they do the same shit when the defendent face is white? | |
If white boys doing it, well, it's success | |
When i start doing, well, it's suspect | |
Don't hate me, my folks is poor, i just got money | |
America's five centuries deep in cotton money | |
You see a lot of brothers caked up, yo straight up | |
It's new, y'all living off of slave traders paper | |
But i'm a live though, yo i'm a live though | |
Putting up the big swing for my kids yo | |
Got my mom the fat water-front crib yo | |
I'm a get her them pretty bay windows | |
I'm a cop a nice home to provide in | |
A safe environment for seeds to reside in | |
A fresh whip for my whole family to ride in | |
And if i'm still mr nigga, i won't find it suprising |
zuò cí : Martin, Smith | |
mr. nigga | |
Say ho, everybody say ho | |
Boppo quay yo | |
I said take it slow like way back in the dayyo | |
Boppo quay yo, everybody say ho | |
Everybody say hooooo hooo | |
Everybody say ho | |
And check it out now | |
Who is cat eating out on the town | |
And make the whole dining room turn they head around | |
Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
He got the speakers in the trunk | |
With the bass on crunk | |
Who be riding up in the highrise elevator | |
Other tenants who be praying they ain' t the new neighbor | |
Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
They try to play him like a chump | |
Cause he got what they want | |
He under thirty years old | |
But already he' s a pro | |
Designer trousers slung low | |
Because his pockets stay swoll' | |
Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go | |
Vip at the club, backstage at the show | |
yes y' all the best crib, the best clothes | |
Hottest whips on the road | |
Neck and wrists on froze say word | |
Checks with o' s ooooohs | |
Straight all across the globe | |
Watch got three timezones | |
Keep a digital phone up to his dome | |
Two assistants | |
Two bank accounts, two homes | |
One problem | |
Even with the o' s on his check | |
The popo stop him and show no respect | |
" is there a problem officer?" | |
Damn straight, it' s called race | |
That motivate the jake woowoo to give chase | |
Say they want you successful, but that ain' t the case | |
You livin large, your skin is dark | |
They flash a light in your face | |
Now, who is cat dining out on the town | |
Me' tradie wanna take a whole year to sit him down | |
Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
He got the speakers in the trunk | |
With the bass on crunk | |
Now, who is the cat at armani buying wears | |
With the tourists who be asking him, do you work here? | |
Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
Nigga nigga | |
Yo, the abstract with the mighty mos def | |
White folks got it muffled across beneath they breathe | |
" i didn' t say it.." | |
But they' ll say it out loud again | |
When they deal with their close associates and friends | |
You know | |
Sneak it in with they friends at the job | |
Happy hour at the bar | |
While this song is in they car | |
And even if they' ve never said it, lips stay sealed | |
Their actions reveal how their hearts really feel | |
Like, late night i' m on a first class flight | |
The only brother in sight | |
The flight attendent catch fright | |
I sit down in my seat, 2c | |
She approach officially talking about, " excuse me" | |
Her lips curl up into a tight space | |
She don' t believe that i' m in the right place | |
Showed her my boarding pass, | |
And then she sort of gasped | |
All embarrassed put an extra lime in my water glass | |
An hour later here she comes by walking past | |
" i hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph" | |
They stay on nigga patrol on american roads | |
And when you travel abroad they got world nigga laws | |
Some folks get on a plane go as they please | |
But i go over seas and i get over siezed | |
Londonheathro, me and my people | |
They think that illegal' s a synonym for negro | |
Far away places, customs agents flagrant | |
They think the dark face is smuggle waiting in cases | |
Bags inspected, now we arrested | |
Attention directed to contents of our intestines | |
Urinanalyis followed by xrays | |
Interegated and detained to damn near the next day | |
No evidence, no appology and no regard | |
Even for the big american rap star | |
For us especially, us most especially, | |
A mr nigga vip jail cell just for me | |
" if i knew you were coming i' d have baked a cake | |
Just got some shoepolish, painted my face" | |
They say they want you successful | |
But then they make it stressful | |
You start keeping pace, they start changing up the tempo | |
Now, who is cat riding out on the town | |
State trooper want to stop in his ride, pat him down | |
Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
He got the speakers in the trunk | |
With the bass on crunk | |
Now, who is the cat with the hundred dollar bill | |
They gotta send it to the back to make sure the shit is real | |
Mr nigga, nigga nigga | |
Nigga nigga nigga | |
You can laugh and criticize michael jackson if you wanna | |
Woody allen, molested and married his stepdaughter | |
Same press kicking dirt on michael' s name | |
Show woody and soonye at the playoff game, holding hands | |
Sit back and just bug, think about that | |
Would he get that type of dap if his name was woody black? | |
Oj found innocent by a jury of his peers | |
They been fucking with that nigga for last five years | |
Is it fair, is it equal, is it just, is it right? | |
Do they do the same shit when the defendent face is white? | |
If white boys doing it, well, it' s success | |
When i start doing, well, it' s suspect | |
Don' t hate me, my folks is poor, i just got money | |
America' s five centuries deep in cotton money | |
You see a lot of brothers caked up, yo straight up | |
It' s new, y' all living off of slave traders paper | |
But i' m a live though, yo i' m a live though | |
Putting up the big swing for my kids yo | |
Got my mom the fat waterfront crib yo | |
I' m a get her them pretty bay windows | |
I' m a cop a nice home to provide in | |
A safe environment for seeds to reside in | |
A fresh whip for my whole family to ride in | |
And if i' m still mr nigga, i won' t find it suprising |