The guy combing his moustache - Peach van Pletzen Guy sipping tea or something from cup - Nax Guy with weird hat - Jack Parrow They speak mengels, which just means they mix their languages. They use Afrikaans and English. I will probably butcher the lyrics Jack sings because I do not always clearly hear what he says and he raps in a dialect I am not very used to. I try to write the lyrics in standard Afrikaans. Original: Nax: Why is jou hare so groot? Peach: Cause this … is my danshare. Peach: uh huh. Noem my Nicholis Louw rider. I drift the club with no driver. I mos fly high in the sky. I never turn a blind eye to a dom naai. Ek watch jou, ‘tis why I wears this bril. If I check you, pay the bill. Call me feral, cause you know I will. Waar bly jy? Jy bly stil. Waar bly jy? Jy bly stil. My broe jy bly stil. Waar bly jy? Jy bly stil. My broe jy bly stil. Waar bly jy? Jy bly stil. My broe jy bly stil. Maar waar bly jy? Jy bly stil. My broe jy bly stil. Stilte is mos goud werd. Praat mooi, dan praat snert. Shit man, I don’t verstaan that. Ek bal jou uit soos how’s that. Nog ‘n kak amazing track. Nog ‘n hater rek sy bek. If you don’t got nothing lekker to say, dan weet jy mos waar jy bly. Waar bly jy? Jy bly stil. My broe jy bly stil. Waar bly jy? Jy bly stil. My broe jy bly stil. Waar bly jy? Jy bly stil. My broe jy bly stil. Waar bly jy? Jy bly stil. My broe jy bly stil. Jy bly still. My broe jy bly stil. Jack (I might mess this up): Dis ek. Check meer vokken beer as man. Pappa skeer al weer deur ‘n span. My klere weer aan die braai verbrand. (something something) met ‘n geweer in die hand. Voor die plek. Spoeg vuur en vlam. Alweer dronk voor jou deur beland. Kak hard teen jou voordeur (something something). En laat aand gisteraand het jou nier gekak. Yo, check wie’s back om sy bek te rek. Die man met die kep. Om jou bek te rek. Chill dat pappa gou die trak attack. Baby kyk net weer hoe getrek is Jack. Fuck. Die bra is mos (something). Die mense dink mos ek is die heeldag dik gepot(?) Meeste van die tyd is ek dik gechill. So sit jou kak vibe af en hou jou stink bek stil.(???) Peach: Waar bly jy? Jy bly stil. My broe jy bly stil. Waar bly jy? Jy bly stil. My broe jy bly stil. Waar bly jy? Jy bly stil. My broe jy bly stil. Maar waar bly jy? Jy bly stil. My broe jy bly stil. Ons gaan groter as T-rex. Wag tot Nax sy muscles flex. Shit hierdie beat klink beseks. Dis tyd da tons die dansvloer roer. Flip dit up met n spatula. En as jy nipples het, flash hulle. Spring op en af, en dan bounce hulle. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. En dan bounce hulle. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Dan bounce hulle. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. En dan bounce hulle. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. En dan bounce hulle. There is no gender, only genitals. There is no race, only mense. There is no taal, only mengels. If you don’t verstaan, dan shhh. Bly stil. Waar bly jy? Jy bly stil. My broe jy bly stil. Waar bly jy? Jy bly stil. My broe jy bly stil. Waar bly jy? Jy bly stil. My broe jy bly stil. Maar waar bly jy? Jy bly stil. My broe jy bly stil. Waar bly jy? Jy bly stil. My broe jy bly stil. Jy bly stil. Jy bly stil. Uuuh, jy bly stil Translated: Nax: Why is your hair so big? Peach: Cause this … is my dance hair. Peach: uh huh. Call me Nicholis Louw (Afrikaans singer) rider. I drift the club with no driver. I mos (there is no translation I am aware of but we use it similar to the way Americans use the word “like”) fly high in the sky. I never turn a blind eye to an idiot fucker. I am watching you, ‘tis why I wear this glasses. If I check you, pay the bill. Call me feral, ‘cause you know I will. Where do you stay? You stay quiet. Where do you stay? You stay quiet. My bro you stay quiet. Where do you stay? You stay quiet. My bro you stay quiet. Where do you stay? You stay quiet. My bro you stay quiet. But where do you stay? You stay quiet. My bro you stay quiet. Quietness is worth like gold. Speak nicely, then speak nonsense. Shit man, I don’t understand that. I bowl (cricket term) you out like how’s that? Another shit amazing track.. Another hater opens their snout/mouth (bek, translates to snout to form an insult). If you don’t got nothing lekker (no one translates lekker because we love the word to much. It is similar to nice) to say, then you know where you should like stay. Where do you stay? You stay quiet. My bro you stay quiet. Where do you stay? You stay quiet. My bro you stay quiet. Where do you stay? You stay quiet. My bro you stay quiet. Where do you stay? You stay quiet. My bro you stay quiet. You stay quiet. My bro you stay quiet. Jack (I might mess this up): It is me. Check more beer than fucking man. Daddy rips through the team again. My clothes caught fire on the bbq (never say bbq to a South African, we hate it.) (something something) with a gun in the hand. In front of the place Spit fire and flame. Drunk again in front of your door. Shit hard against front door (something something). And late last night your kidney shat (it got trouble like when you drink too much). Yo, check who’s back to stretch his snout. The man with the hat. Too stretch your snout. Chill so that daddy can attack the track. Baby look how wasted Jack is again. Fuck. This bro is like (something). The people think like I am thickly potted (? I think he means high on weed) the whole day. Most of the time I am thickly chilled. So switch of your shit vibe and keep your shit snout shut. (???) Peach: Where do you stay? You stay quiet. My bro you stay quiet. Where do you stay? You stay quiet. My bro you stay quiet. Where do you stay? You stay quiet. My bro you stay quiet. Where do you stay? You stay quiet. My bro you stay quiet. You stay quiet. My bro you stay quiet. We are going bigger than a T-rex. Wait until Nax flexes his muscle. Shit this beat sounds sexed (the more common one is fucked, meaning it is awesome) It’s time that we mix the dance floor (go crazy on the dancefloor) Flip it with a spatula. And if you have nipples, flash them. Jump up and down, and then they bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. And then they bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Then they bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. And then they bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. And then they bounce. There is no gender, only genitals. There is no race, only people/humans. There is no language, only mixed language. If you don’t understand, then shhh. Stay quiet. Where do you stay? You stay quiet. My bro you stay quiet. Where do you stay? You stay quiet. My bro you stay quiet. Where do you stay? You stay quiet. My bro you stay quiet. But where do you stay? You stay quiet. My bro you stay quiet. Where do you stay? You stay quiet. My bro you stay quiet. You stay quiet. You stay quiet. Uuhh, you stay quiet.
@@MarioHernandez-ds4cu that is because ot is Afrikaans. Most SA artist don't put up lyrics. But do have some amazing songs. Please let me know if anything is unclear.
American here. Obsessed with Van Pletzen and Jack Parow. I'm probably responsible for no less than a couple hundred views on this video. Hope to see more collaborations in the future.
Firstly I’m not a dude and yes I do understand the meaning of the song ... my first language is Afrikaans I was born in South Africa and lived there for 16 years of my life ... so hou jou bek 👌🏼
Dude you two are freakin' awesome (and Nax's tats are so cool!). Proudly South African guys, keep it up! Every time I remember I spread the word and tell people to check out your songs.
The song and the video, individually, is quite excellent, but together, incredible. I can really appreciate this, and the great footage the editor had to work with. Well done, really well done.
