The Koolest - 1995 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

((Dinero P))

Uh
Yeah
A One, two a one two
Uh
Like it’s 1995
What
Nero

Yeah, like it’s 1995
The girls with the doodoo braids as they walking by
Got the cornrows on with the overalls, one strappin’ it
Everybody kicking and they maxin and relaxin it
Fellas got J’s on the court and they attackin’ it
You better watch your kicks somebody contemplatin’ on jacking ‘em
We in a Brooklyn state of mind feelin fine
Like I just sipped a bottle of the finest wine
But it might all change in a second
Some funny brothers comin’ down the block so we protected
All the niggas rushin to the stoop, cause we checked ‘em
And then blue came through,
That’s when everybody scattered
Nobody wanna see a sidewalk with blood splatter
Uh, baby cause we matter
I remember walking to the corner store for nutriment
Chillin’ in the park, swingin’ after dark, life wasn’t really hard
That’s when Biggie Pac was the realest niggas
And that’s when Rakim had the illest lyrics
Redman and Method man was some crazy niggas
And yea Nas he always was a conscious figure
I see and know that all of y’all are feelin’ me
I’m wishing that I could take a time machine
And we can go back to the finer things
Then we can wake up from the crazy dream

Chorus (x2):

Like like it’s 1995
Like like it’s 1995
Like like it’s 1995
I’m lookin’ fresh I’m lookin’ fly
Like it’s 1995

Bridge:

Aahh, I’m lookin’ so fly
Like it’s ‘95
Yeah, yeah
I’m feelin so fly
So fresh and fly
Like it’s ‘95
(Said you rockin’ with The Koolest)
Yeah, yeah

((Dan The Don))

Uh, Knicks jersey and my timbs on
Feeling like Pac in Above the Rim dawg
This song is for that back in the day
That juicy in the tape deck
R.I.P. to Big Smalls
(baby, baby)
Back when these streets was real hard
Go through the wrong neighborhood and get got
When niggas on the west was hittin’ that crip walk
Back when they was yelling one time for hip hop
I’m feelin’ like it’s 1995
Bumpin’ De La Soul and the Tribe
Smoking blunts gettin’ high
Hit the subway catch a ride on this New York city type of vibe
So tell ‘em gimme the mic and we gon rhyme tonight
Man, put yo hands up and wave ‘em side to side
At the crib watching David Hasselhoff
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Uh, Got my box fade looking right
If I was from up north I’d probably be the Brooklyn type
Man ain’t no such thing as half way crooks
Mobb Deep told you don’t be acting shook tonight
More bars than Riker’s Island when I do this
Back when ODB was straight wildin’ with the Wu Click
Cash rules everything, I’m trying to get my crew rich
1995 and you rockin’ with The Koolest

Chorus (x2):
Like like it’s 1995
Like like it’s 1995
Like like it’s 1995
I’m lookin fresh I’m looking fly
Like it’s 1995

Shimmy shimmy shimmy, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad
Shimmy shimmy shimmy, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
Ooh, Ooh, baby, I like it raw

((Napoleon Da Legend))

Listening to music laced with Cuban on my neck
Recording sessions at the studio with a cassette
Swords made of liquid and it would slice through the drums
Rappers shook us every verse had to be nice in the sun
Rhyme schemes like a stepped out of a time machine
The top emcees had to have the livest steez
Slang spoken in a language that’s broken
The fans were open hand
Wrote it, god tampered and broken the man
Stoled the art
Started out in the park
And got commercial
Then it got controversial
And cops wanted to search you
We was lurkin’ through the dark before the spotlight hit us
And the magazines used to want to spotlight the realest
We’re illest
Where commense sense would start a resurrection
Total recall nowadays erasing my recollection
Of that feeling I was getting when I banged it in the whip
And if you sound corny, fans were abandoning your ship
Trash were last, like a flash in a pan
Before Instagram rap or paint a picture for the fans
Remember when verses used to throw you a jewel
Pete Rock asked, will they reminisce over you?
Styles were different, wild with the visions
Beautiful songs were made from a foul way of thinking
Must be something in the water they drinking
That gave rise to some of the illest back in 1995
Respect

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
Ooh, baby, I like it raw