More songs by EBK Young Joc
Description
Vocal, Associated Performer: Michael Jackson
Percussion: Paulinho Da Costa
Drums: John Robinson
Piano, Synthesizer: Greg Phillinganes
Bass: Louis Johnson
Tenor Saxophone, Alto Saxophone, Flute: Larry Williams
Flute, Alto Saxophone, Baritone Saxophone: Kim Hutchcroft
Horn: The Seawind Horns
Trumpet, Fluegelhorn: Jerry Hey
Trumpet: Gary Grant
Trombone: William Reichenbach
Lyricist, Composer: Stevie Wonder
Lyricist, Composer: Susaye Greene Brown
Arranger: Johnny Mandel
Producer: Quincy Jones
Assistant Engineer: Steve Conger
Assistant Engineer: Rick Ash
Assistant Engineer: Ed Cherney
Assistant Engineer: Erik Zober
Assistant Engineer: Jim Fitzpatrick
Assistant Engineer: Mitch Gibson
Mastering Engineer: Bernie Grundman
Recording Engineer: Bruce Swedien
Lyrics and translation
Original
Got it, got it. Cool music.
I ain't change on nobody, it's for the better.
Put that shit in the past like it's whatever.
I'm down if you with it, like fuck it, get on whoever. Last night was kinda crazy, I conversated with devils.
She text me out of nowhere, "I love you, Joc, I can't help it.
" And I ain't text -her back, got a voicemail. -You're selfish.
-Shit, but you act like I am careless. -I got a gift for you. I'ma see you.
Come on, mail it. It's money on the floor and I know it 'cause I can smell it.
Cut the beat off so they hear me, go a cappella.
We'll pull up, ah, and rock your fella. My brothers is my brothers and I love them like Martella.
Triple Cross family like Top Notch and above.
Be the pop to nigga if his ass bug.
Through the South with my Glock, I'm just -tryna catch a ub- -Go there.
Off a shh, I can't lie, it's the drugs.
Pour some Wock', first time I fell in love.
On the block through the hood, they show me love.
Now I'm the one, they used to try to feed me crumbs. Neck flooded, call somebody, bring a plum.
I got mine, so I hope you got your gun.
Come on, hop in, we finna bend, have some fun, nigga.
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Feel me?
Bend a couple corners, smoke a couple woods.
Flick a couple.
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
If you hear me, if you ain't hear me, I said flick a couple.
Feel me? If you know what that mean, you know what that mean.
You gotta keep your ears to the streets, young nigga. Keep your eyes open, man.
Toes to the motherfuckin' pavement, young nigga. On everything, no, for real though.
English translation
Got it, got it. Cool music.
I ain't change on nobody, it's for the better.
Put that shit in the past like it's whatever.
I'm down if you with it, like fuck it, get on whoever. Last night was kinda crazy, I conversated with devils.
She text me out of nowhere, "I love you, Joc, I can't help it.
" And I ain't text -her back, got a voicemail. -You're selfish.
-Shit, but you act like I am careless. -I got a gift for you. I'ma see you.
Come on, mail it. It's money on the floor and I know it 'cause I can smell it.
Cut the beat off so they hear me, go a cappella.
We'll pull up, ah, and rock your fella. My brothers is my brothers and I love them like Martella.
Triple Cross family like Top Notch and above.
Be the pop to nigga if his ass bug.
Through the South with my Glock, I'm just -tryna catch a ub- -Go there.
Off a shh, I can't lie, it's the drugs.
Pour some Wock', first time I fell in love.
On the block through the hood, they show me love.
Now I'm the one, they used to try to feed me crumbs. Neck flooded, call somebody, bring a plum.
I got mine, so I hope you got your gun.
Come on, hop in, we finna bend, have some fun, nigga.
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Feel me?
Bend a couple corners, smoke a couple woods.
Flick a couple.
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
If you hear me, if you ain't hear me, I said flick a couple.
Feel me? If you know what that mean, you know what that mean.
You gotta keep your ears to the streets, young nigga. Keep your eyes open, man.
Toes to the motherfuckin' pavement, young nigga. On everything, no, for real though.