On & Poppin (feat. Blossom) - Tre Redeau

「4月の夜はまだ少し肌寒いね」 そう語り合う 微妙な距離の2人 どこかで聞いた噂話に悩まされて 危険な道ほど進みたくなる私 だけど 声に乗せたい気持ちが 冷たい風に流され ざわつく川沿いをなぞり歩く あぁ 桜が降る夜は 貴方に会いたい、と思います どうして？と聞かれても あぁ 分からないのが恋で この体ごと貴方に恋してる それだけは分かるのです 4月の夜に2人はもう会えないかな 遠くに見える 貴方はまるで知らない誰か 真面目な顔は好きだけど 今は見たくない 新しい色に染まるのは 桜だけでいい だけど いつかは散ってしまうと いい加減に気づきます でも貴方の心に雨は降らないで？ あぁ 寂しい夜を1人 桜の花がヒラリ、踊ってる 私の味方をしてよ あぁ 心から思うこと 今伝えるべきなのか 考えている間に春は終わる あぁ 桜が降る夜は 貴方に会いたい、と思います どうして？と聞かれても あぁ 分からないのが恋で この体ごと貴方に恋してる それだけは分かるのです

Have you seen the well-to-do Upon Lennox Avenue On that famous thoroughfare With their noses in the air High hats and narrow collars White spats and fifteen dollars Spending every dime For a wonderful time If you're blue And you don't know where to go to Why don't you go where Harlem flits Puttin' on the Ritz Spangled Gowns upon the bevy of High browns from down the levy All misfits Puttin' on the Ritz That's where each and every lulu-belle goes Every Thursday evening with her swell beaus Rubbin' elbows Come with me and we'll attend their jubilee And see them spend Their last two bits Puttin' on the Ritz (Boys, look at that man puttin' on that Ritz) (You look at him, I can't) If you're blue And you don't know where to go to Why don't you go where Harlem flits Puttin' on the Ritz Spangled Gowns upon the bevy of High browns from down the levy All misfits Puttin' on that certain Ritz That's where each and every lulu-belle goes Every Thursday evening with her swell beaus Rubbin' elbows Come with me and we'll attend their jubilee And see them spend Their last two bits Puttin' on the Ritz Come with me and we'll attend their jubilee And see them spend Their last two bits Puttin' on the Ritz

I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) Bitch, I make him eat it sloppy, I might make him clean it up (yeah) Make that nigga wanna top me, if he want me, eat it up (eat it up) I don't like these bitches in my Business, I don't sneak and fuck (yeah) I might give that ho her problem, Tell that bitch to keep it up, yeah, yeah We top floor with my top off Put it down on him, knock his socks off (uh) Show you bitches how to pimp a nigga He can't keep shit, he gotta drop it off (ayy) Pretty bitch, he like to brag on me (brag) Tryna put a new ass on me (ass) I'm so damn expensive, uh He know he gotta spend a bag on me (on God) I like bitches more, I like bitches who can pass the score (ayy) She want that Dior, I might make that ho get nasty for it I be sellin' niggas dreams, he like, "bae, talk to me nice" (duh) I'm so indecisive, but that nigga still gon' wanna wife it (uh-huh) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) These niggas try to be like Gucci but they need to stop it (skrrt) I get it off, put up the re-up, then fuck up the profit (yeah) I'm in my B truck with my feet up, gettin' some sloppy toppy (ugh) Pockets on Biggie and I love it when she call me papi (papi) Just came from Cali', spent a hundred thousand dollars shoppin' (well, damn) It ain't no budget, ain't no option, if I want it, cop it (go) She love it when I beat it up, she never tell me, "Stop it" (never) I let her see too much too quick, I hope she keep it silent (huh) I'm in the VIP, takin' a sip with my lil' pocket rocket (pop, pop) I'm just a dope boy from the six but I'm tryna buy the rockets (wow) I'm in the corner with QC, it's packed, it's body, body (bling) I hope that nobody try Wop 'cause he gon' hurt somebody (Wop) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah)