"$copie" as written by Watkin Jones, Anri Du Toit, Justin De Nobrega, Manfred Mohr and Carlos Rosario....
Ho$h, kykie kinders!
Ons gaan mos nou lekker naai, nè?
I got what you want boy, I got what you want
I got what you want boy, you never going to get it
I got what you want boy, I got what you want
No you never going to get it, so you might as well forget it
Yo ninja innie moederfokken huisie
I zone in duk when I move up on a meisie
Hello baby, kiss, kiss! (soen) kykie
Hoesit, kan ek my piel binne in jou poes sit?
Uh, that's how I'm rolling
Poes koel status, zoning for a boning
Rap fantasy with a real life touch
Uh, feel my rush
I'm wys ripping to the bass, tripping off my face
I'm laced, hook you with a phrase, put you in a daze
Rap-rave t-t-t-to the grave sinne binne my
Vat vyf, my piel is styf binne in jou lyf
Say my name! Ninja! We can play a game
Vat 'n kans, my fuckin' rhymes put you in a trance
Skud jou boude, skud-skud jou boude
I hope you can like it in the hole, nè?

Ho$h ninja's back what a fuckin jol
Nog 'n fokken fat track, kom ons klap n zol
Tsek dis kif giftig marijuana
Kom ons vat die twee poppies terug na die kamer
Got 'n bottel brandewyn van sollykramers
My body's like a gladiator's body armour
Feel my force
Haal uit my wors, mors op jou bors
Next, fokkit dis a Friday night
Sex, here fokkit, my brains fried
Ek's sien nog 'n poppie daar by die sokkie
Ek soek dis chicks lip-stick op my dip-stick
Ons tsil daar by die speaker
Sy's skaam, ek verstaan, yo haar naam is marieke
Ek sit my hand op haar titte
My piel raak hard soos n nine millimeter

Ho$h ninja's back what a fuckin jol
Nog 'n fokken fat track, kom ons klap n zol
Tsek dis kif giftig marijuana
Kom ons vat die twee poppies terug na die kamer
Got 'n bottel brandewyn van sollykramers
My body's like a gladiator's body armour
Feel my force
Haal uit my wors, mors op jou bors
Next, fokkit dis a Friday night
Sex, here fokkit, my brains fried
Ek's sien nog 'n poppie daar by die sokkie
Ek soek dis chicks lip-stick op my dip-stick
Ons tsil daar by die speaker
Sy's skaam, ek verstaan, yo haar naam is marieke
Ek sit my hand op haar titte
My piel raak hard soos n nine millimeter

Sies! What die fok issit? Pis?
No man, it's daai vaginal fluids!
Jy lieg!
No really, it are from that chick playing wif her koeksister
Da smell are reminding me of the sea
It makes me want to party bru!
My piel dans so!
No-no-no!
No means yes
I got what you want boy, I got what you want
I got what you want boy, you never going to get it
I got what you want boy, I got what you want
No you never going to get it, so you might as well forget it
But I am the one!
The one wat fokkol poes vanaand gaan kry!


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"$Copie" as written by Anri Visser Anri Du Toit

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  • +2
    TranslationMy Afrikaans is not great, but it's better than nothing...English translation in lowercase, original English in uppercase.



    Hosh! Look here kids.
    We're gonna fuck real nice yeah?

    I GOT WHAT YOU WANT BOY, I GOT WHAT YOU WANT
    I GOT WHAT YOU WANT BOY, YOU NEVER GOING TO GET IT
    I GOT WHAT YOU WANT BOY, I GOT WHAT YOU WANT
    NO YOU NEVER GOING TO GET IT, SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL FORGET IT

    Yo, Ninja's in the motherfucking house
    I zone in thick when I move up on a girl
    HELLO BABY, KISS, KISS! kiss Look here
    What's up! Can I stick my cock in your pussy?
    Uh, that's how I'm rolling.
    A fucking cool status, ZONING FOR A BONING
    RAP FANTASY WITH A REAL LIFE TOUCH
    UH, FEEL MY RUSH

    I'M wise, RIPPING TO THE BASS, TRIPPING OFF MY FACE
    I'M LACED, HOOK YOU WITH A PHRASE, PUT YOU IN A DAZE
    RAP-RAVE T-T-T-TO THE GRAVE, sentences inside me
    take five, my cock is stiff inside your life
    SAY MY NAME! NINJA! WE CAN PLAY A GAME
    take a chance, MY FUCKIN RHYMES PUT YOU IN A TRANCE
    shake your body, shake-shake your body
    I HOPE YOU CAN LIKE IT IN THE HOLE yeah?

    (hook)

    HO$H NINJA'S BACK WHAT A FUCKIN party
    Another fucking phat track, come let's smoke a joint
    Take a look at this potent marijuana
    Come, let's these two bimbos back to the room
    Got a bottle of brandy from Solly Kramer's [a liquor store chain]
    MY BODY'S LIKE A GLADIATOR'S BODY ARMOUR
    FEEL MY FORCE
    Take out my sausage [slang for penis], mess on your breasts
    NEXT, fuck it, it's A FRIDAY NIGHT
    SEX, HERE fuck it, MY BRAINS FRIED
    I can see another bimbo there by the dancing
    I want this chick's lipstick on my dipstick [slang for penis]
    We're chilling there at the speaker
    She's shy, I understand, yo her name is Marieke
    I put my hand on her tits
    My cock gets as hard as a nine millimeter

    Yuck! What the fuck is that? Piss?
    No man, it's that vaginal fluid
    You're lying!
    NO REALLY, IT ARE FROM THAT CHICK PLAYING WIF HER KOEKSUSTER [a South African dessert, slang for pussy]
    DA SMELL ARE REMINDING ME OF THE SEA
    IT MAKES ME WANT TO PARTY BRU!

    My cock dances like this!
    NO-NO-NO!
    NO MEANS YES

    I GOT WHAT YOU WANT BOY, I GOT WHAT YOU WANT
    I GOT WHAT YOU WANT BOY, YOU NEVER GOING TO GET IT
    I GOT WHAT YOU WANT BOY, I GOT WHAT YOU WANT
    NO YOU NEVER GOING TO GET IT, SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL FORGET IT

    BUT I AM THE ONE!
    The one that's getting fuck all pussy tonight!
    SFy65B2G5rKbzps5acdHwQe6on May 12, 2014   Link
  • 0
    General CommentWould someone mind giving this a (rough) English translation please?
    Zeletinaon November 07, 2011   Link

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