Lirik lagu Sam Sneed ft Dr. Dre - U Better Recognize dan Terjemahan

“U Better Recognize” oleh Dr. Dre dirilis pada 16 November 1992, sebagai bagian dari album debutnya, The Chronic. Lagu ini memadukan pengaruh hip-hop Pantai Barat dan funk, yang menampilkan gaya produksi khas Dr. Dre. Ditulis bersama oleh Dr. Dre dan beberapa kontributor, lagu ini menekankan tema kepercayaan diri dan ketegasan dalam permainan rap. Dengan ketukan yang memikat dan hook yang menarik, “U Better Recognize” mengukuhkan reputasi Dr. Dre sebagai tokoh terkemuka dalam kancah hip-hop pada awal tahun 90-an.

Lirik Terjemahan

(I heard Sam was going solo)

Hot damn, you didn't know, so?

Well, I can blast fast or freak an ill type of slow flow

I'm hitting harder than Barry Bonds, so check the golden child

Throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild

With truck-tracks, rhymes on deck, breaking off niggas proper

Did dirt, dipped West 'cause I clown coppers (Yeah)

Do hip-hop, rap, compose 'em, most 'em couldn't see me

Mad advanced in my skills, I'm all about the dollar bills

From Pittsburgh to Cali, dropping bombs like that

Was on the D.L. with the squad, so I couldn't hold it back

Black, I regulate, I bust a big gate figure

Mobbing with that ill nigga with his finger on a bigger trigger

Serving all (saps), hitting sevens on the (simps)

Making dough, eating shrimps, locing with some real pimps (Yeah)

So peep game, best believe I love my peeps

That's why I make the type of music you can pump in your jeeps

(That's right)

So bust my sound, I put it down for the underground

I got the women 'cause I'm slamming, jamming

Got it going on, it's time for this new producer to rise

So open your eyes, I think you better recognize


Once again, it's the man with the master plan

They call him Sam and I think you better recognize

Once again, it's the man with the master plan

They call him Sam and I think you better recognize


I remember days on the blocks

Where I slang slung, played punk cops

And mad props 'cause I ran with hard rocks (Yeah)

From 8-Balls to O-Zs, I made Gs (Say what?)

Then built up enough loot to buy keys

No gang affiliation, yo, I stood on my own two, pulling capers

I'm a sneaky slick nigga, I never had to pull the trigger (Right)

I mack, on top of that, I'm used to staying wicked, which is 24/7

You can ask my ex-hooker

But now I'm on some new improved shit

Making hits, stacking chips, now everything's legitimate

I flipped the script a long time ago, on the five-o

When I discovered this new way to make my cash flow (Mm)

Yes, indeed-y, I wasn't greedy, got my niggas out the gutter

Now they're rolling with the Sam Sneezy

Hip-hop fanatic causing static in the industry

These whack creators, I call 'em imitators (Uh, yeah)

Be trying to see me

But see, I'm unexplanatory with the fame and glory

That's why I gotta tell my story

With no disguise, a lot of niggas despise me

Because I'm on the up-rise, so I think you better recognize


Once again, it's the man with the master plan

They call him Sam and I think you better recognize

Once again, it's the man with the master plan

They call him Sam and I think you better recognize


Uh, yeah, uh, yeah

Think you better recognize

Uh, yeah, uh, yeah

Think you better recognize


Well, I'm back in the mix with a bottle of Hennessey

So fire up a blunt, who's ever in the vicinity

Crazy shout-outs, giving pounds to all my niggas

Hitting all the hookers by the dozen 'cause they dig us (Trick)

Fuck what you heard, recognize what you be seeing

This down-to-Earth, true-to-the-game human being

I'm that little beige nigga trying to get mine, fuck a nine

'Cause I'll incline with the mastermind

I got my crew in my corner so I can't lose

Plus, I'm paying mad dues in this record biz, I don't snooze

And suckers be popping that ol' idiotic egotistical type of flimflam

I can't be faded, Sam-I-Am

Blending with the hustlers

Never dealing with them knucklehead ballers

'Cause boys play with toys, and scholars play with dollars

I'm a mack on my own right, plus my game is tight

Baby, get it right, I ain't the one, so take flight

Bitches give me mad rhythm, but their brains are off-tempo

Thinking they can get my loot, I never trip to knock the boots

I gotta be wise when time to dip between the thighs

All eyes on the prize, so I think you better recognize


Once again, it's the man with the master plan

They call him Sam and I think you better recognize

Once again, it's the man with the master plan

They call him Sam and I think you better recognize


Once again, it's the man with the master plan

They call him Sam and I think you better recognize

Once again, it's the man with the master plan

They call him Sam and I think you better recognize

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