Sangue Misto, Soul Boy - In dopa testo (lyrics)

Want riddim, bad boy? yeah, man
Neffa B alongside the Soulee B (Eh eh)
You got the good shit, ooh (In dopa)
For years, man

Quando piglia bene, sono in dopa
Ehi, ehi, ehi, ehi, e qui chi-qui chi c'è?
Check la N-E, la doppia F-A, la
B, la E, la A, la T sulla traccia
Ciak e ciak, ah, boom, assieme a Soulee B
Capiscimi o no
'sto guaglione suona solo hip hop
E il nome del mio gioco è Sangue Misto
Col boom boom-chack e il boom
Boom-chack mi tiene su

Yo, Soulee B with Sangue Mix, check it
Neffa B was in the house, say "Oy" (Oh)
And Soulee B was in the house, say "Oy" (Oh)
Century Vox was in the house, say "Oy" (Oh)
All o' the massive B they say "Oh


Oh and oh no" (Oh oh oh)
This is the way we should be done, ah, ah
(Go, Soulee B, go)
This is the way we should be done, ah, ah
(Go, Soulee B, go)
This is the way we should be done, ah, ah
(Go, Soulee B)
This is the way we should be done, ah, ah
(Go, Soulee B, go, Soulee B, go)

People, you want to come get this style?
Dis are Neffa B with Soulee B
We back on the mic cah mi say people deh
You want to come get this style?
Dis are Neffa B with Soulee B
We back on the mic cah mi say people deh
You want to come get this style?
Dis are Neffa B with Soulee B
We rode pon the mic cah mi say people deh
You want to come get this style?
Dis are Neffa B with Soulee B
We back pon mic

I say, listen to the veteran, my guy Soulee B
Alongside the bad boys and Neffa B
Crowd of people, you gotta listen
To the hip hop, the raggamuffin
Now we got messin', no, we can't stop, ah

E caccio rime con la fotta, la ballota che fa
(Oh)
C'è il guaglione sulla traccia, già sai (Yo)
E viene giù, e non si ferma più
C'è SnifSnifNeffa nella dopa e
Ha una fattanza blu (Fattanza blu)
Eh eh ehi, c'è chi chi chico, cazz'è?
La vita senza dopa è vita grama e non ce n'è
Non F-A per M-E perché non
Lega col guaglione, none, none

On and on, Soulee B, flow one, Neffa B
Flow one sangue Mix, flow one, yeah, check
We got the shit that make you
Hyped and make your jump feet
The crowd of people jump up as I march on top
This is the way we should be done, ah, ah
Second to none, Neffa B, one in a million
Bring your girl, she goin' to get dirty
Digi-digi-digi-ding, with Soulee B
You havin' fun

People, you want to come get this styla?
Neffa B with Soulee B, we wicked pon di mic
Cah mi say people deh
You want to come get this styla?
Neffa B with Soulee B, we mad pon the mic
Cah mi say people deh
You want to come get this styla?
Neffa B with Soulee B, we back on the mic
Cah mi say people deh
Yah come catch dis ya styla?
Neffa B with Soulee B, we wicked on di mic-a

E qui chi, qui chi, qui chi, qui chi
Qui chi c'è? Boom
E qui chi, qui chi, qui chi, qui chi
Qui chi c'è? Yo quando parte il beat
Senti come suona e sono in dopa e bella lì
E caccio la mia rima assieme a Soulee B

Killer sound boy, we are go kill him tonight
Killer Soulee B, mi say we deh pon di mic
Every time we gone
Mi say we full of body style
Chattin' fi di girl
Mi say mi chattin' fi boy
If you hear a how di raggamuffin's here
Informer gunned him off and killed him today
A you no hear what di Soul Boy say
Informer go 'way, we have fi kill him today
(Blood)

Ehi, ehi, ehi e boom-chap e boom-chap
E qui chi c'è? Il chico che fa freesta
Con una mano nella mista
Caccio rime per i brothers and sista'
Si sta bene solo se la dopa è buona
E già sai c'è Neffa con la rima, alli guai
In dopa vera insieme a Soulee B
Sangue Misto, bella lì, eh oh

People, you want to come get this styla?
Dis are Neffa B with Soulee B, we pon di mic
Cah mi say people deh
You want to come get this styla?
Dis are Neffa B with Soulee B
We there pon the mic cah mi say people deh
You want to come get this styla?
Dis are Neffa B with Soulee B
We mad on the mic cah mi say people deh
You want to come get this styla?
Dis are Neffa B with Soulee B
We wicked pon the mic

When mi hold di microphone
Pure lyrics in dis time
People get mad, jump up mad, Jesus Christ
What a deejay so wicked
What a deejay so wild
An' di lyrics dat mi got, man, sweet like di
(Hey) all of di youth-dem, dem a jump up
When I come at dance hall
A Soulee B a wreck it up
Neffa B pon the mic, God, dem a listen to
If you him a come to town
People jump an' kick up, dem a grasshop
Dis are Soulee B, cah pon di mic I kick it up
(Again) i nice it up, man, mi a kick it up
Neffa, Soulee B pon di mick a kick it off
Cah mi say wicked man, dis are Soulee B
Cah mi say wicked man
Neffa B are di made man
Cah mi say wicked man, God have mercy
But look how we become
Look how we sweet, look how we nice
People-dem a bawl out "Jesus Christ"
Cah mi say, look how we sweet
Look how we nice
People-dem a bawl out "Jesus Christ"

Cah mi say, man a blow horn, pint of blood
Who upon di mic, I say di people-dem three
Bad boy Neffa B an' Soulee B
Deejay Gruff rub-a-dub at you
Respect for you cah mi say, bend down
Respect di bad boy Neffa an' di-
Our crew, mad love to