Hva Er Det Du Venter På - Erik Og Kriss, Coolio

To folk av samme sort

Tenk hva vi kan oppnå, E

Er vi villig til å jobbe nok

Vi’kke virke ovenpå

Vil jo bare foreslå

Fortelle hva som foregår og definere Murphy’s lov

Og jeg vil anslå at de få som står på

Når helt nye platå

(Trår på høyere nivå)

Ey yo I spit the truth shit rip mics in the booth son

I come t

(Ey, hva faen er det du driver med?

Ekke det rart, finn et kart

Vi kan’ke en gang se klart

På tide alle vet snart at verden vil bedras

Smart start hysteri en liten smak av mytteri

Passer ikke religionen så bare bytter vi

Fytti grisen dette var jo destruktivt

Har snart levert et helt vers uten mening I

Og jeg har trening I og være I beste sendetid

Men rap som levebrød vi burde drevet rederi

Brenn for det du gjør

Ingen kan nekte oss

Størst er de med guts

Gjør det du brenner for

Livet er grenseløst

Hva er det du venter på

Hva er det du venter på

Hve er det du venter på

Har alltid vært ambisiøs og sta som bare faen

Var tre år da jeg sa at det man vil det klarer man

Det er ganske harry som kaffe som blandevann

Men er du med oss, nå kommer vi for andre gang

The sky is the limit sier folk, vi sier gjerne det

Men hakke tenk og gi oss før vi passerer stjernene

Endelig er det vi som kan si vi er tilbake

To plater på lik tid som det gjennomsnittli' svangerskapet

Skapt alt av intet med egenhendig handlekraft

Frontfiguren er begge to, og samtidig mannen bak

Fra utsiden ser det ut som piece of cake og barnemat

Men for å dra den langt så må man ta I et spa’tak

Ingenting er gratis, men mange ting er billige

Og lette og få tak I for de få som er villige

Det er du selv som bestemmer hvor langt du kan nå

Alt er der ute — så hva er det du venter på?

I’m going hard on 'em

If they talk too much on the song I’ll pull a card, homie

No hesitation, when it start, I rip a part, phony

I run the yard, not the guards, keep the frame on me

And I bang, Tony

It ain’t my fault that you hoes wanna hang on me

Like a (?), your game is lame lonely

I got some change, but I ain’t changed, homie

Call me Akon, damn, and put the blame on me

Like a 50 Cent and y’all just one penny

When we’re in the club, y’all ain’t getting any

It’s Mr. Burns in the flesh of course (?)

That’s why your girl is behind me, bottles and rubbing my chest

And yes, oh yes, her friend, her friend is touching me too

And now you hate me, cause they ain’t fucking with you

I’m sipping on Chris, I’m sipping on (?)

I’m international, you still at home with your mom

Two people of the same kind

Think what we can achieve, E

Are we willing to work hard enough

We do not work upstairs

Just want to suggest

Tell what's going on and define Murphy's law

And I would estimate that the few who are on

Reaches brand new plateau

(Treads at a higher level)

Ey yo I spit the truth shit rip mics in the booth son

I come t

(Ey, what the hell are you doing?

No wonder, find a map

We can not even see clearly

In time everyone will soon know that the world will be deceived

Smart start hysteria a little taste of mutiny

If the religion does not fit, we just change

Fytti the pig this was destructive

Has soon delivered an entire verse without meaning I

And I have training in and be in prime time

But rap as a livelihood we should run a shipping company

Burn for what you do

No one can deny us

The largest are those with guts

Do what you are passionate about

Life is limitless

What are you waiting for?

What are you waiting for?

What are you waiting for?

Has always been ambitious and stubborn as hell

Was three years old when I said that what you want you can do

It's pretty harry as coffee as mixed water

But are you with us, now we come for the second time

The sky is the limit people say, we like to say that

But chop think and give us before we pass the stars

Finally, it is we who can say we are back

Two plates at the same time as the average pregnancy

Created all out of nothing with your own action power

The front figure is both, and at the same time the man behind

From the outside, it looks like a piece of cake and baby food

But to take it far, you have to take a spa roof

Nothing is free, but many things are cheap

And ease and get hold of the few who are willing

It is up to you to decide how far you can go

Everything is out there - so what are you waiting for?

I'm going hard on 'em

If they talk too much on the song I’ll pull a card, homie

No hesitation, when it start, I rip a part, phony

I run the yard, not the guards, keep the frame on me

And I bang, Tony

It ain’t my fault that you hoes wanna hang on to me

Like a (?), Your game is lame lonely

I got some change, but I ain’t changed, homie

Call me Akon, damn, and put the blame on me

Like a 50 Cent and y’all just one penny

When we’re in the club, y’all ain’t getting any

It's Mr. Burns in the flesh of course (?)

That's why your girl is behind me, bottles and rubbing my chest

And yes, oh yes, her friend, her friend is touching me too

And now you hate me, cause they ain’t fucking with you

I'm sipping on Chris, I'm sipping on (?)

I’m international, you still at home with your mom