2001 Lyrics – Castor Bean
Singer: Castor Bean
Title: 2001
Ah check-check
Yea
Bagger opp, pass meg looten som Biggie
b#tch kom deg av lufta som Iggy
Vi ruller opp hasjen er sticky med sigg i
Er jiggy som Flacko og gangster som 50
Kongen av New York City gjetta riktig
Ali Ba fikk meg høy Chippi Chippi
Småkriminell som vi var Bubbles og Ricky fra 2001
Siden da jeg stacka krem
Alltid på tid aldri sen
Alltid humør kall meg Alex Rosen
Ja vi topper tabellen som Bayern Munchen
Nytenkende filosofer i Aten
Jeg er grunnen at du sl#tta å rappe jeg gir deg en høyre en venstre en uppercut
Du flexa i Lambo på lease, jeg plukker opp bagger med Kjetan i en Nissan Leaf
Er iskald som Arnold i Batman som Mr Freeze
Maddafacka b#tch give me the keys to the Leaf
Ha’kke dårlig tid, men har aldri fri
Du er sløseri fardin sin eufori
Når han fylte opp fitta til morra di
Hakke noe å si mann ho burde svelga for du var kun noen dråper med søleri
Neste gang da må morra di ta med noe Mr Clean
Pikken min, ikke noe lille blå pille blant klikken min
Mann vi kruser opp bakken i limousin, ja hva skjer
Bygger et nettverk som det var Telia
Dette er realiteten så please ta å fjern bunaden og fela
Du popper en pille jeg popper en schni, men det putter en ro inni sjela
Du kan ikke bure meg inne for noe jeg sa som Nelson Mandela, det er real sh#t
Dårlig med lægs helt frem frem til lønn (yah-uh)
Dårlig med lægs, helt frem til lønn (yah-uh)
Dårlig med lægs, helt frem til lønn (yah-uh)
Putter inn timer, jeg kom ingen vei med kun håp og en drøm (yah-uh)
Politikere setter opp bommer du vet jeg kan ikke stoppes
Er på toppen av kransekaka jeg kan ikke toppes
Barsa mine er skrivd i ruiner du vet de kan ikke robbes
Prøv å kopiere min stil, hva jeg rocker kan ikke coppes
Hvor mange byrder på ryggen bærer du på inne i heatet
Hvor mange mæber og kæber opp imot Afrodite
Razz mixer låtene like clean som en eggehvite
De trodde Samo var myte til de hørte meg spytte (yah yah yah)
Mann jeg lekte med flammene, drifta med bilen og var på mobilen, fikk brannsår
De lytta til tapen jeg lytta til stemmene, Listening party på nyttår
Chicen kom bort til en kompis og sa hun var down og gikk i noe juicy couture
Hun jugde om alder og jugde om sjukdom og fakket opp året til en entrepreneur
Dagene etter han playa det cool, fikk plutselig melding, hun var ikke på pilla
Tankene sprengte, og bagen ble pakka mann, paranoid escape til manilla
Ikke ta shottet fra avstand jo mindre du treffer i krysset som Paul Scholes
Hvis du treffer i stanga og får counter-attacket imot sh#t, you Better Call Saul (God Damn)
So I, send the whole world a F-U-Note
Schumaker’s got a desk job, f#ck you ho!
So I, send the whole world a F-U-Note
Schumaker’s got a desk job, f#ck you ho!
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2001 – English Translation
Ah Check-Check
Yea
Bagging up, pass me the loot like biggie
b#tch got off the air as iggy
We roll up the hashish is sticky with sigg in
Is jiggy as flacko and gangster like 50
The King of New York City Guota Right
Ali ba got me high chippi chippi
Small criminal as we were Bubbles and Ricky from 2001
Since when I stacka cream
Always on time never late
Always mood call me alex rose
Yes we top the table as Bayern Munchen
Innovative philosophers in Athens
I am the reason you stop rap I give you a right a left an uppercut
You Flexa in Lambo at Lease, I pick up bags with Kjetan in a Nissan Leaf
Is ice cold like Arnold in Batman as Mr Freeze
Maddafacka b#tch Give Me The Keys to The Leaf
Havene not bad time but never have free
You are a waste of Fardin’s euphori
When he filled up p#ss# to morra di
Chopping something to say man she should swallow because you were just a few drops of spills
Next time then your morra has to bring some Mr Clean
My dick, no little blue pill among my click
Man we rip the hill in limousine, yes what happens
Building a network as it was Telia
This is the reality so please take to remove the bunad and fela
You pop a pill I pop a schni but it puts a tranquility inside the soul
You can’t cage me in for something I said like Nelson Mandela, it’s Real sh#t
Bad with lægs right up to salary (yah-uh)
Bad with lægs, right up to salary (yah-uh)
Bad with lægs, right up to salary (yah-uh)
Put in hours, i came no way with only hope and a dream (yah-uh)
Politicians put up booms you know I can’t stop
Is on top of wreath cake I cannot be topped
My Barsa is written in ruins you know they cannot be robbed
Try copying my style, what I rock can coppes
How many burdens on your back do you carry inside the heat
How many people and meager up against Aphrodite
Razz mixer the songs just as clean as an egg white
They thought Samo was myth until they heard me spit (Yah Yah Yah)
Man I played with the flames, drifting with the car and was on my cellphone, got burns
They listened to the tape I listened to the voices, Listening Party on New Year
Chicen came over to a friend and said she was down and went in some juicy couture
She juggled about age and jugged about illness and f#cked up the year to an entrepreneur
The days after he playa it cool, suddenly received message she was not on the pill
Tanks blasted, and the bag was packed man, paranoid escape to manilla
Do not take the shot from distance the less you hit in the intersection as Paul Scholes
If you hit the rod and get the counter-aged against sh#t, you better call saul (good damn)
So I, Send The Whole World A F-U-Note
Schumaker’s Got a Desk Job, f#ck You Ho!
So I, Send The Whole World A F-U-Note
Schumaker’s Got a Desk Job, f#ck You Ho!
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Lyrics Castor Bean – 2001
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