Stay In Ur Lane
By Wiz Khalifa
2006
3:42
Official Music Video
Stay In Ur Lane by Wiz Khalifa
Lyrics & Translation
English
(Alright, testing, testing, testing
Hey, is this thing on!?
Testing! Test... Is this thing on?
Can you hear me back there?
Yeah, well, then shut up!
Alright? Hey, listen)
Is that him in the studio?
These dudes better stay in they lanes
And keep they brains on the right track
Now you got a check that you can't cash
And you let your mouth write that
We ain't playing, man, the shit get real
Talk slick, get your life snatched
And don't rest, better guard ya grill
That's how it is, cause it's like that
Yeah, I move blocks to rude pops and dude drops
I'm too hot; mix J, Big, and 2Pac
So move not, I'm way big and dude shot
Your crew watch, I'm hot bitch and you not
I'm not a fake, not a
Nigga that'll pop shit about my cake, holla
Make dollars
But you perp, and you make nada
Not a man, not a cent, ho I stay propa
Fake scholar, they can let the tre 8's holla
And punk nigga, play dumb, get your face swallowed
You not a hustler, dogg
You don't know what a half a brick means
In rap, you'll get ate, like half of sixteen
I'll bash your team, dang I'm sickening
I'm dope, plus coke that'll smash your trip beam, man
Before them boys come and lump your face
With all that tough talkin', pump your brakes
Ease back shorty
These dudes better stay in they lanes
And keep they brains on the right track
Now you got a check that you can't cash
And you let you mouth write that
We ain't playing, man, the shit get real
Talk slick, get your life snatched
And don't rest, better guard you grill
That's how it is, cause it's like that
Uh, your rhyming's a waste can
I mean that it's basic, look
The Nin' to your face
It'll eat through your face, and then
I breeze through the place
No heat on my waist, but still
Will eat through your face
With knees at his face and grill
I'm on the move now, high price, big places
Leave a nigga like them hunneds, with the big face, and
Niggas try to act bad in them rare cases
Til that metal's in they mouth, like a pair of braces
Big bro talk slick up in them fake lines
Same time, he just another fruit up in the grapevine
You see I laugh, clock math, cause I take time
And you trash, bust ass than a waistline
And don't test, cause dude you'll be losing your breath
Got respect like I'm moving a Tec
And I advise you and your crew be doing your best
Try and get your mind right, or we'll be moving it left
Nigga
These dudes better stay in they lanes
And keep they brains on the right track
Now you got a check that you can't cash
And you let your mouth write that
We ain't playing, man, the shit get real
Talk slick, get your life snatched
And don't rest, better guard your grill
That's how it is, cause it's like that
You see it's rare that a nigga say he ball, and really got dough
Rare that he say he push coke, and really got blow
Common that he claiming that he thug, but he not though
And when do a nigga say he spit, and really got flow?
I ain't playing around
Not a gangster, but if you cross mine, I'll be laying 'em down
And you talk about poppin' your heat
But when the beef's on the real OG's will come and rock you to sleep, coward
In my advice you should think twice
Before you cross the path of a real nigga, live the street life
Who pull cards, and they reach for they heat, right
And you'll get smoked, like the trees in the peace pipe
Man, they put you in the dirt here
You steady throwin' up the set, but you ain't never put in work there
So all that talk about the gang you bang
Just stay in your lane, before a shot lay in your frame
These dudes better stay in they lanes
And keep they brains on the right track
Now you got a check that you can't cash
And you let your mouth write that
We ain't playing, man, the shit get real
Talk slick, get your life snatched
And don't rest, better guard your grill
That's how it is, cause it's like that
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Stay In Ur Lane by Wiz Khalifa
Stay In Ur Lane* (original Wiz Khalifa)
(Alright, testing, testing, testing
Hey, is this thing on!?
Testing! Test... Is this thing on?
Can you hear me back there?
Yeah, well, then shut up!
Alright? Hey, listen)
Is that him in the studio?
These dudes better stay in they lanes
And keep they brains on the right track
Now you got a check that you can't cash
And you let your mouth write that
We ain't playing, man, the shit get real
Talk slick, get your life snatched
And don't rest, better guard ya grill
That's how it is, cause it's like that
Yeah, I move blocks to rude pops and dude drops
I'm too hot; mix J, Big, and 2Pac
So move not, I'm way big and dude shot
Your crew watch, I'm hot bitch and you not
I'm not a fake, not a
Nigga that'll pop shit about my cake, holla
Make dollars
But you perp, and you make nada
Not a man, not a cent, ho I stay propa
Fake scholar, they can let the tre 8's holla
And punk nigga, play dumb, get your face swallowed
You not a hustler, dogg
You don't know what a half a brick means
In rap, you'll get ate, like half of sixteen
I'll bash your team, dang I'm sickening
I'm dope, plus coke that'll smash your trip beam, man
Before them boys come and lump your face
With all that tough talkin', pump your brakes
Ease back shorty
These dudes better stay in they lanes
And keep they brains on the right track
Now you got a check that you can't cash
And you let you mouth write that
We ain't playing, man, the shit get real
Talk slick, get your life snatched
And don't rest, better guard you grill
That's how it is, cause it's like that
Uh, your rhyming's a waste can
I mean that it's basic, look
The Nin' to your face
It'll eat through your face, and then
I breeze through the place
No heat on my waist, but still
Will eat through your face
With knees at his face and grill
I'm on the move now, high price, big places
Leave a nigga like them hunneds, with the big face, and
Niggas try to act bad in them rare cases
Til that metal's in they mouth, like a pair of braces
Big bro talk slick up in them fake lines
Same time, he just another fruit up in the grapevine
You see I laugh, clock math, cause I take time
And you trash, bust ass than a waistline
And don't test, cause dude you'll be losing your breath
Got respect like I'm moving a Tec
And I advise you and your crew be doing your best
Try and get your mind right, or we'll be moving it left
Nigga
These dudes better stay in they lanes
And keep they brains on the right track
Now you got a check that you can't cash
And you let your mouth write that
We ain't playing, man, the shit get real
Talk slick, get your life snatched
And don't rest, better guard your grill
That's how it is, cause it's like that
You see it's rare that a nigga say he ball, and really got dough
Rare that he say he push coke, and really got blow
Common that he claiming that he thug, but he not though
And when do a nigga say he spit, and really got flow?
I ain't playing around
Not a gangster, but if you cross mine, I'll be laying 'em down
And you talk about poppin' your heat
But when the beef's on the real OG's will come and rock you to sleep, coward
In my advice you should think twice
Before you cross the path of a real nigga, live the street life
Who pull cards, and they reach for they heat, right
And you'll get smoked, like the trees in the peace pipe
Man, they put you in the dirt here
You steady throwin' up the set, but you ain't never put in work there
So all that talk about the gang you bang
Just stay in your lane, before a shot lay in your frame
These dudes better stay in they lanes
And keep they brains on the right track
Now you got a check that you can't cash
And you let your mouth write that
We ain't playing, man, the shit get real
Talk slick, get your life snatched
And don't rest, better guard your grill
That's how it is, cause it's like that
Stay In Ur Lane (traducción LyricVerse Team)
(Bien, probando, probando, probando
¡Oye, esto está encendido!?
¡Probando! Probando... ¿Esto está encendido?
¿Me escuchan allá atrás?
¡Sí, bueno, entonces cállense!
¿Bien? Oye, escucha)
¿Es él en el estudio?
Estos tipos mejor que se queden en sus carriles
Y mantengan sus cerebros en el camino correcto
Ahora tienes un cheque que no puedes cobrar
Y dejaste que tu boca escribiera eso
No estamos jugando, hombre, la mierda se pone seria
Habla de más, te arrebatan la vida
Y no descanses, mejor cuida tu cara
Así es, porque es así
Sí, muevo bloques a golpes rudos y caídas de tipos
Soy demasiado caliente; mezcla a J, Big y 2Pac
Así que no te muevas, soy muy grande y el tipo disparó
Tu equipo mira, soy una perra caliente y tú no
No soy un falso, no un
Negro que hablará mierda de mi dinero, grita
Hago dólares
Pero tú delinques, y no haces nada
Ni un hombre, ni un centavo, puta me mantengo propio
Falso erudito, pueden dejar que las .38 griten
Y negro cobarde, hazte el tonto, te tragarán la cara
No eres un traficante, perro
No sabes lo que significa medio ladrillo
En el rap, te comerán, como la mitad de dieciséis
Destrozaré a tu equipo, ¡maldita sea, soy asqueroso!
Soy droga, más coca que destrozará tu rayo de viaje, hombre
Antes de que esos chicos vengan y te hinchen la cara
Con toda esa charla dura, frena
Relájate, chaval
Estos tipos mejor que se queden en sus carriles
Y mantengan sus cerebros en el camino correcto
Ahora tienes un cheque que no puedes cobrar
Y dejaste que tu boca escribiera eso
No estamos jugando, hombre, la mierda se pone seria
Habla de más, te arrebatan la vida
Y no descanses, mejor cuida tu cara
Así es, porque es así
Uh, tu rima es un bote de basura
Quiero decir que es básico, mira
La Nueve en tu cara
Te comerá la cara, y luego
Paso rápido por el lugar
Sin arma en mi cintura, pero aún así
Te comerá la cara
Con rodillas en su cara y parrilla
Estoy en movimiento ahora, alto precio, grandes lugares
Dejo a un negro como esos billetes de cien, con la cara grande, y
Los negros intentan actuar mal en esos casos raros
Hasta que ese metal esté en su boca, como un par de frenos
El hermano mayor habla de más en esas líneas falsas
Al mismo tiempo, es solo otra fruta en la vid
Ves que me río, calculo las matemáticas, porque me tomo mi tiempo
Y tú eres basura, te esfuerzas más que una cintura
Y no pruebes, porque amigo perderás el aliento
Tengo respeto como si moviera una Tec
Y te aconsejo a ti y a tu equipo que den lo mejor de sí
Intenta poner tu mente en orden, o la moveremos a la izquierda
Negro
Estos tipos mejor que se queden en sus carriles
Y mantengan sus cerebros en el camino correcto
Ahora tienes un cheque que no puedes cobrar
Y dejaste que tu boca escribiera eso
No estamos jugando, hombre, la mierda se pone seria
Habla de más, te arrebatan la vida
Y no descanses, mejor cuida tu cara
Así es, porque es así
Ves que es raro que un negro diga que la rompe, y realmente tenga dinero
Raro que diga que vende coca, y realmente tenga droga
Común que afirme que es un matón, pero no lo es
¿Y cuándo un negro dice que escupe, y realmente tiene flow?
No estoy jugando
No soy un gánster, pero si cruzas lo mío, los derribaré
Y hablas de sacar tu arma
Pero cuando la bronca es real, los verdaderos OG's vendrán y te dormirán, cobarde
En mi consejo deberías pensarlo dos veces
Antes de cruzar el camino de un negro de verdad, vive la vida callejera
Que sacan cartas, y buscan su arma, ¿verdad?
Y te fumarán, como las hierbas en la pipa de la paz
Hombre, aquí te meten bajo tierra
Estás constantemente mostrando tu pandilla, pero nunca has trabajado allí
Así que toda esa charla sobre la pandilla a la que perteneces
Solo quédate en tu carril, antes de que un disparo se aloje en tu cuerpo
Estos tipos mejor que se queden en sus carriles
Y mantengan sus cerebros en el camino correcto
Ahora tienes un cheque que no puedes cobrar
Y dejaste que tu boca escribiera eso
No estamos jugando, hombre, la mierda se pone seria
Habla de más, te arrebatan la vida
Y no descanses, mejor cuida tu cara
Así es, porque es así
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