[Extrait du film Il y a t´il un pilote dans l´avion (1980)] Randy: Can I get you something? Second Jive Dude: ´S´mofo butter layin´ me to da´ BONE! Jackin´ me up... tight me!
Randy: I´m sorry, I don´t understand First Jive Dude: Cutty say ´e can´t HANG! Jive Lady: Oh, stewardess! I speak jive Randy: Oh, good Jive Lady: Jus´ hang loose, blood. She gonna catch ya up on da rebound on da med side Second Jive Dude: What it is, big mama? My mama no raise no dummies. I dug her rap! Jive Lady: Cut me some slack, Jack! Chump don´ want no help, chump don´t GET da help! First Jive Dude: Say ´e can´t hang, say seven up! Jive Lady: Jive-ass dude don´t got no brains anyhow! Shiiiiit
I got my bell bottoms on with my cherry incense My tailor-made slacks with the dick print My afro pick with the black fist I´m Jim Brown, bitch, Kung Fu kick
Platform shoes out the mother ship Talk shit, swallow, spit, I´m a pimp Whitewalls and a black leather coat Where´s my bread sucka? Grab ya by the throat Callin´ all cars, one-adam-twelve Pretty ass nigga, you better stick yourself Militant, don´t call me Cassius Dashiki, I got to be the blackest I´m Isaac Hayes with a switchblade I´m Rodney Allen Rippy, come fuck with me I´m just tryna tell ya, "Young blood, best respect your elders" Right on
I´m comin´ straight from the 70s Super fly in my perm and my leather P´s I´m comin´ straight from the 70s
Super fly in my perm and my leather P´s Sho-nuff I´m comin´ straight from the 70s Old school playa, fuck what they tellin´ me Can you dig it? I´m comin´ straight from the 70s Old school playa, fuck what they tellin´ me
House parties, pop-lockin´ and pickin´ Starter jackets, got my Jheri curl drippin´ Gangbangin´, yeah, Bloodin´ and Crippin´ Forty ounce sippin´, ´64 dippin´ No shoe strings, nigga, say word I´m Magic Johnson, you Larry Bird The day they blew up a rocket, I was lookin´ at my beeper with a rock in my pocket, slangin´ Double up Michael Jackson vs. Prince
Atari 2600, I don´ done it See that fat gold chain? Nigga, run it I got my jimmy hat on ´cause I don´t want it Mike Tyson, who´s my opponent? Quick as Carl Lewis, be back in a moment I won´t shoot ya, nigga, I might nuke you, nigga In my DeLorean, Back to the Future, nigga Fresh
I´m comin´ straight from the 80s With my Jheri curl and my Mercedes I´m comin´ straight from the 80s With my Jheri curl and my Mercedes Word up I´m comin´ straight from the 80s With my fat gold chain for the ladies I´m comin´ straight from the 80s With my fat gold chain for the ladies
Man, you know what I´m sportin´ A short haircut, everything Jordan That´s right, a nigga played on the dream team I had to let ´em know that it´s a G Thang It´s a black thing, you wouldn´t understand Shaquille O´Neal the real Superman Boy, I hit like Roy Versace, Versace to all the real D-Boyz In the crack spot with a laptop Bumpin´ that Biggie Smalls and 2Pac French braid and weed heads Where´d all these niggas come from with these dreads? And during Y2K, I had a bootleg DVD watchin´ Friday So what I´m tryna tell ya, "Pump yo brakes, respect your elders"
Baby-baby
I´m comin´ straight from the 90s I keep it gangsta, gutter and grimy I´m comin´ straight from the 90s I keep it gangsta, gutter and grimy Fo-sho I´m comin´ straight from the 90s Triple OG, you know where to find me I´m comin´ straight from the 90s Triple OG, you know where to find me
Fresh for 2018
I´m an ex-gangbanger from Los Angeles I´ve been to jail, fighting, partying, low riding But you learn as you get older You must become a mad one day and put away childish things
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