BLAQ ON BLAQ English Translation Lyrics by HOODBLAQ
Blaq on Blaq (Blaq), back to back
Rollin’ through the city in a Cadillac
In the back right like the President
Get rich or die tryin’ like 50 Cent
Blaq on Blaq (Blaq), stack on stack
New pack, when my Mindi’s in the belly
HoodBlaq makes left, right big racks
Screw rap, German rappers do chit chat
Dry sift, commercial, La Mousse (cash)
She wants my money, but forget you (hahaha)
Walk a day in my shoes (gang)
A-a-and you’ll crap out from Saruchs (bow, bow, bow, bow)
Taş-customers stick like addicts (yeah, bang)
Increasing revenue, I’m on balloons (bang)
Every day Bela, not a day to rest (hah)
Screw the baddie on Majoun (gang, gang)
Boxes of Haze (bow) and boxes of Cali (bow)
I do a few lines (yeah), she pops a Xanny (yeah)
Abiat, flex is gone, my dear (bow, bow, bow)
On the street in joggers, we’re too heavy (gang, gang, gang)
Screw observation, heal customers, supply Müşteris (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She likes unregistered at the belly (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Make love to her, take a few grand on credit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
HoodBlaq, films
We are the reason cops are busy with cases (gang, gang)
Blood off my blade
Whole gang pulls up, and I also have extended (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can’t mess with the Malis
Pussy, or you’ll end up like Pop Smoke (brr, bow)
Back then in the park with some Gs (gang, gang)
Today I reject the cover of Vogue (gang, gang)
Spin your block with the real ones (bow)
Eat my bullets, welcome to the West (bow, bow)
Le-le-leave them with two hundred wounds
Investigations ongoing, perpetrator long gone
Rounds in a blood frenzy, let my rage out (ey)
No evidence found (Minyak, minyak, minyak)
My lawyer says it looks good (gang)
Phones have long sunk in the Rhine (bow, bow, bow)
Blaq on Blaq (Blaq), back to back
Rollin’ through the city in a Cadillac (negro)
In the back right like the President
Get rich or die tryin’ like 50 Cent (whoa, whoa)
Blaq on Blaq (Blaq), stack on stack
New pack, when my Mindy’s in the belly (yeah)
HoodBlaq makes left, right big racks
Screw rap, German rappers do chit chat
Still boys in the group, shooting and stabbing for Loco, my dear (whoa)
Come with a sharp katana for you and for the back a sharp nine-millimeter (whoa, whoa)
Loco has power, twenty-two shots, look, the shooter gets paid
Give the one from back then a slap from back then, man, speak properly, still hungry (shawty)
Broke the gas station windows with five-kilo hammers for quick dinero (flex)
Ask the cousins on the street, Loco was really active in the bando (whoa)
Drunk in Barcelona, Lucio Casanova, stash under the sofa for the monthly hack
You remember, I’m a street kid, it’s in me, pull the extendo clip (whoa)
Blaq on Blaq, back to back
Rollin’ through the city in a Cullinan
Up and down like a President
Richard Mille black, all real
You can’t mess with the locos, pussy
Or you’ll end up in a trunk
Still real in my circle (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Still at night in my closet (extendo clip)
Blaq on Blaq (Blaq), back to back
Rollin’ through the city in a Cadillac
In the back right like the President
Get rich or die tryin’ like 50 Cent
Blaq on Blaq (Blaq), stack on stack
New pack, when my Mindy’s in the belly
HoodBlaq makes left, right big racks
Screw rap, German rappers do chit chat
From the block to the stage, but don’t show my face (never)
Don’t talk much and send me your place (send it)
Push drugs with style, got Cali and Jay
My bros are real, the rest all fake (bow, bow-bow-bow-bow)
Hit after hit and my youngin makes moves (yeah)
Look, the money is black and the thottie gives head (yeah)
Big boy stuff, Lucio Loco, HoodBlaq (yeah)
Your bro is now dead and the shooter was black (yeah)
When I say it’s raining, I don’t mean rain (hah), but a few bullets flying (gang wars)
Born in the crisis, got biceps from years of weighing packets (yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
The nine is deep, better call your friend
On the phone with slang, order for the gang
Real Yardie, the SIM card burns
Batty boy, run, my gun goes bang (bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
I could write a book about what I experience in a single day (rrah)
Constant trouble in the city, I make my rounds and count (boom, boah)
I get dizzy seeing all the biddies, maybe they’ll come to the trap house today
I tell my youngin, not even two seconds and you’re paying up crack
The block is hungry for more
Found prey? For me you’re just dessert (weed)
Finger on the trigger so long
I don’t feel it anymore (grra, grra)
On the assault rifle
There are dead here like sand by the sea (Moussa Blaq, yeah, pow-pow)
The SWAT team can’t keep up
Middle finger up, screw your mother (grra, pah)
Blaq on Blaq (Blaq), back to back
Rollin’ through the city in a Cadillac
In the back right like the President
Get rich or die tryin’ like 50 Cent
Blaq on Blaq (Blaq), stack on stack
New pack, when my Mindy’s in the belly
HoodBlaq makes left, right big racks
Screw rap, German rappers do chit chat