Lirik lagu Dr. Dre - East Coast West Coast Killas dan Terjemahan

Dr. Dre merilis "East Coast West Coast Killas" pada 16 November 1999, sebagai bagian dari albumnya 2001. Lagu ini menampilkan kolaborasi dengan beberapa artis terkemuka dan menunjukkan persaingan antara skena hip-hop Pantai Timur dan Pantai Barat. Ditulis bersama oleh Dr. Dre, "East Coast West Coast Killas" menyoroti kemampuan lirik dari para kontributornya sambil membahas tema kompetisi dan persahabatan dalam komunitas hip-hop. Dengan irama yang keras dan bait yang menarik, lagu ini menjadi bukti pengaruh Dre dan sifat dinamis budaya hip-hop pada era itu.

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East-coast killer, west-coast killer

East-coast killer, west-coast killer

East-coast killer, west-coast killer

East-coast killer, west-coast killer

East-coast killer, west-coast killer

East-coast killer, west-coast killer

East-coast killer, west-coast killer


While childish MCs battle over coastal fronts

I come with no fronts and smash in monkey fronts

If you want to be evil like Knieval then jump

I guarantee your punk ass catch the speed lump

The tactics, extract, morbid thoughts from the mental

Custom designed, for instrumental

Yes indeed-y, lyrical graffiti

And this one's a burner, baby

Truck, like Toyota driven

True and living driving with the gat

Uh, pop the clutch, let the Cold Crush rush

Then I flush wack material

That's if I don't mash them all to mush

Hush, let me burst, dare I gush

Cock-diesel cuts

Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic


East-coast killer, west-coast killer

East-coast killer, west-coast killer

East-coast killer, west-coast killer

East-coast killer, west-coast killer


Yo, why do they make me wanna ruin their career?

Before I bust your shit let's get one thing clear

Don't provoke Kris no joke this

I don't ride no rapper's nut sack yo I stay focused

Beefing without skills seeking will only weaken

The artist speaking over beats and, you be cheating

Cacophony of small talent rappers, claiming a coast

Over instrumentals, ain't got no real street credentials

Here come the philosopher hip-hopping ya correctly

Ignorant ass MCs continue to tempt me

Lyrics be empty like Alcatraz cell block

Too many MCs rapping causing lyrical gridlock

Lyrical syllables interlock in my voice box

Yet I'm still unknown like the X on Sadat

Just your typical, non-topical

Flex the optical illusion weak metaphoric style you be using

I check one-two's and who's in the house

Like shit your lyrics ooze out ya mouth

What you think this is? KRS-One from the Bronx kid!


East-coast killer, west-coast killer

East-coast killer, west-coast killer

East-coast killer, west-coast killer

East-coast killer, west-coast killer

East-coast killer, west-coast killer

East-coast killer, west-coast killer

East-coast killer, west-coast killer

East-coast killer, west-coast killer


Welcome to the New World Order

You are now under martial law

All constitutional rights have been suspended


The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can handle this

Coast tripping going on through out the business

East-coast west-coast anybody killer!

I don't give a fuck where you from I'mma Killa Hill-er

I got crews on both sides together

Deeper than the ocean and down for whatever

Fool I can roll through any block

From Central to Westland Avenue, without my Glock

But some niggas can't survive on both sides

So they try and break off, eliminate ties

Fools got to get wise, better realize

True, enemy lies killing in the high rise

Office, analyzing the song

Look at them red niggas, don't even get along

Kill that noise, four niggas bringing the skill

Mad caps get peeled if you oppose the Hill


Yeah that's right fool, you know who, the mighty Group Therapy

The mighty mighty Aftermath brigade, letting all you sound boys know

You're not ready to rumble or test this

Kill that noise!


East-coast killer, west-coast killer

East-coast killer, west-coast killer

East-coast killer, west-coast killer

East-coast killer, west-coast killer


Now when I bomb like Saddam, the world feels The Wrath of Khan

Desert Storm in this modern day Babylon

I be the twelve disciples strap arms

All black on running your spot hit the safe and I'm gone

Like a thief wrong, I keep the long 38 warm

Silent and calm, and blackout when the beef is on

Focus on your rap holsters, notice

I'm evil like the Exorcist to the locusts

Ferocious thoughts, emerging at night

Like Jehovah towards the virgin in white

I'm wrapped in a turban for spite

Like a Israelite snatching hoes up, my flow's up

When the fucking world blows up throw your hands up

It's a holdup, fronting like you down for the real

To make a meal, but when plan fold, nigga you squeal

Like Henry Hill (kill that noise!) but what's the fucking deal?


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East-coast killer west-coast killer

East-coast killer west-coast killer

East-coast killer west-coast killer

East-coast killer west-coast killer

East-coast killer west-coast killer

East-coast killer west-coast killer

East-coast killer west-coast killer


East-coast, west-coast, kill that noise!

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