Official Music Video
Bitch Please II by Eminem
Lyrics & Translation
English
Yeah, what up, Detroit?
Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh, no, he didn't
They didn't do it again (What-what, you what?)
You shitted on these niggas two times, Dr. Dre?
Oh, fo' sho'
Uh-uh, naw, you smell that?
This is special right here (What-what, what-what-what?)
Yeah, it's a toast to the boogie, baby, uh
To the boogie-oogie-oogie
Yeah, ya know, what's crackin', Dre?
Just let me lay back and kick some old simplistic pimp shit
On Slim's shit, and start riots like Limp Bizkit
Best throw on "Guilty Conscience" at concerts
And watch mosh pits 'til motherfuckers knock each other unconscious (Watch out, nigga)
Some of these crowds that Slim draws
Is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard, when it's packed and full of cars
Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw
Is niggas from Crenshaw, from Long Beach to South Central
Whoa, not these niggas again
These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again (Shit)
You and what army could harm me?
D.R.E. and Shady with Doggy from Long Beach (Westside)
Came a long way to makin' these songs play
It'll be a wrong move to stare at me the wrong way
I got a long Uz' and I carry it all day
Sometimes it's like a nightmare just bein' Andre
But I…
Somehow, some way
Hello, nigga, you know about Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg)
And let me cut these niggas up and show 'em where the fuck I'm comin' from
I get the party crackin' from the shit that I be spittin', son (Yeah)
Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run (Watch out)
Got about fifty guns and I love
All of 'em the same, bang-bang (Word up)
Damn, baby girl, what's your name? (What's your name?)
I forgot, what'd you say it was? Damn, a nigga buzzed (Fucked up)
Hangin' in the club with my nephew Eminem (What's up, Slim?) What up, Cuz? (What up, Snoop?)
The Great White American Hope (Uh-huh)
Done hooked up with the king of the motherfuckin' West Coast, baby
And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance
I'm the Head Nigga In Charge, I'm watchin' you move
You're found dead in your garage with ten o'clock news coverage
Gotta love it 'cause I expose the façade
Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with God
All jokes aside, come bounce with us
Standin' over you with a 12 gauge about to bust
It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I might leave in a body bag, but never in cuffs
So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough
When things get rough, I'm in the club shootin' with Puff
Bitch, please! You must have a mental disease
Assume the position and get back down on your knees
Come on
And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance
And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance
Aw, naw, big Slim Dogg
Eighty pound balls (What?), dick six-inch long (Mm)
Back up in the heezy, baby
He's Shady (He's so crazy!) (Ha-ha-ha)
Give me the mic, let me recite 'til Timothy White
Pickets outside the Interscope offices every night
What if he's right? I'm just a criminal makin' a livin' off of the world's misery
What in the world gives me the right
To say what I like and walk around flippin' the bird?
Livin' the urban life like a white kid from the burbs
Dreamin' at night of screamin' at Mom, schemin' to leave
Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me
I just want you all to notice me, and people to see
That, somewhere deep down, there's a decent human being in me
It just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me
Is 'cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean
So when you see me dressin' up like a nerd on TV
Or heard the CD usin' the fag word so freely
It's just me bein' me; here, want me to tone it down?
Suck my fuckin' dick, you faggot! You happy now?
Look here, I start some trouble everywhere that I go (That I go)
Ask the bouncers in the club 'cause they know ('Cause they know)
I start some shit, they throw me out the back door (The back door)
Come back and shoot the club up with a .44 (A .44)
And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance
And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance
2001 and forever
Slim Shady, Dr. Dre
Snoop Dogg, X to the Z
Nate Dogg, come on, yeah
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Bitch Please II by Eminem
Bitch Please II* (original Eminem)
Yeah, what up, Detroit?
Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh, no, he didn't
They didn't do it again (What-what, you what?)
You shitted on these niggas two times, Dr. Dre?
Oh, fo' sho'
Uh-uh, naw, you smell that?
This is special right here (What-what, what-what-what?)
Yeah, it's a toast to the boogie, baby, uh
To the boogie-oogie-oogie
Yeah, ya know, what's crackin', Dre?
Just let me lay back and kick some old simplistic pimp shit
On Slim's shit, and start riots like Limp Bizkit
Best throw on "Guilty Conscience" at concerts
And watch mosh pits 'til motherfuckers knock each other unconscious (Watch out, nigga)
Some of these crowds that Slim draws
Is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard, when it's packed and full of cars
Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw
Is niggas from Crenshaw, from Long Beach to South Central
Whoa, not these niggas again
These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again (Shit)
You and what army could harm me?
D.R.E. and Shady with Doggy from Long Beach (Westside)
Came a long way to makin' these songs play
It'll be a wrong move to stare at me the wrong way
I got a long Uz' and I carry it all day
Sometimes it's like a nightmare just bein' Andre
But I…
Somehow, some way
Hello, nigga, you know about Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg)
And let me cut these niggas up and show 'em where the fuck I'm comin' from
I get the party crackin' from the shit that I be spittin', son (Yeah)
Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run (Watch out)
Got about fifty guns and I love
All of 'em the same, bang-bang (Word up)
Damn, baby girl, what's your name? (What's your name?)
I forgot, what'd you say it was? Damn, a nigga buzzed (Fucked up)
Hangin' in the club with my nephew Eminem (What's up, Slim?) What up, Cuz? (What up, Snoop?)
The Great White American Hope (Uh-huh)
Done hooked up with the king of the motherfuckin' West Coast, baby
And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance
I'm the Head Nigga In Charge, I'm watchin' you move
You're found dead in your garage with ten o'clock news coverage
Gotta love it 'cause I expose the façade
Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with God
All jokes aside, come bounce with us
Standin' over you with a 12 gauge about to bust
It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I might leave in a body bag, but never in cuffs
So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough
When things get rough, I'm in the club shootin' with Puff
Bitch, please! You must have a mental disease
Assume the position and get back down on your knees
Come on
And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance
And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance
Aw, naw, big Slim Dogg
Eighty pound balls (What?), dick six-inch long (Mm)
Back up in the heezy, baby
He's Shady (He's so crazy!) (Ha-ha-ha)
Give me the mic, let me recite 'til Timothy White
Pickets outside the Interscope offices every night
What if he's right? I'm just a criminal makin' a livin' off of the world's misery
What in the world gives me the right
To say what I like and walk around flippin' the bird?
Livin' the urban life like a white kid from the burbs
Dreamin' at night of screamin' at Mom, schemin' to leave
Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me
I just want you all to notice me, and people to see
That, somewhere deep down, there's a decent human being in me
It just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me
Is 'cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean
So when you see me dressin' up like a nerd on TV
Or heard the CD usin' the fag word so freely
It's just me bein' me; here, want me to tone it down?
Suck my fuckin' dick, you faggot! You happy now?
Look here, I start some trouble everywhere that I go (That I go)
Ask the bouncers in the club 'cause they know ('Cause they know)
I start some shit, they throw me out the back door (The back door)
Come back and shoot the club up with a .44 (A .44)
And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance
And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance
2001 and forever
Slim Shady, Dr. Dre
Snoop Dogg, X to the Z
Nate Dogg, come on, yeah
Bitch Please II (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Sí, qué onda, Detroit?
No, no, no, no, él no lo hizo
No lo hicieron de nuevo (¿Qué-qué, tú qué?)
¿Humillaste a estos cabrones dos veces, Dr. Dre?
Oh, por supuesto
Uh-uh, no, ¿hueles eso?
Esto es especial aquí (¿Qué-qué, qué-qué-qué?)
Sí, es un brindis por el boogie, nena, uh
Por el boogie-oogie-oogie
Sí, ya sabes, ¿qué tal, Dre?
Solo déjame relajarme y soltar una mierda de proxeneta vieja y simplista
En la mierda de Slim, y empezar disturbios como Limp Bizkit
Mejor pon "Guilty Conscience" en los conciertos
Y mira los pogos hasta que los cabrones se dejen inconscientes (Cuidado, cabrón)
Algunas de estas multitudes que Slim atrae
Son tan ruidosas como Crenshaw Boulevard, cuando está lleno y con coches
Algunas de estas multitudes que Snoop y yo atraemos
Son cabrones de Crenshaw, desde Long Beach hasta South Central
Vaya, no estos cabrones de nuevo
Estos hombres ignorantes y adultos con gatillo fácil de nuevo (Mierda)
¿Tú y qué ejército podrían dañarme?
D.R.E. y Shady con Doggy de Long Beach (Westside)
Recorrimos un largo camino para que estas canciones suenen
Será un mal movimiento mirarme mal
Tengo una Uz' larga y la llevo todo el día
A veces es como una pesadilla solo ser Andre
Pero yo…
De alguna manera, de algún modo
Hola, cabrón, ya sabes de Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg)
Y déjame hacer pedazos a estos cabrones y mostrarles de dónde carajo vengo
Hago que la fiesta se encienda con la mierda que escupo, hijo (Sí)
Golpea y huye, hazlo, consigue los fondos, divide y corre (Cuidado)
Tengo unas cincuenta armas y amo
Todas por igual, bang-bang (Así es)
Maldición, nena, ¿cuál es tu nombre? (¿Cuál es tu nombre?)
Lo olvidé, ¿qué dijiste que era? Maldición, un cabrón drogado (Jodido)
De fiesta en el club con mi sobrino Eminem (¿Qué onda, Slim?) ¿Qué onda, primo? (¿Qué onda, Snoop?)
La Gran Esperanza Blanca Americana (Ajá)
Se ha unido al rey de la jodida Costa Oeste, nena
Y realmente no quieres joder conmigo
El único cabrón en quien confío soy yo
Jode y hazme disparar esta arma
Ese es el diablo, siempre quieren bailar
Soy el Cabrón a Cargo, te estoy observando moverte
Te encuentran muerto en tu garaje con la cobertura de las noticias de las diez
Hay que amarlo porque expongo la fachada
Tus pequeños pulmones son demasiado pequeños para fumar con Dios
Bromas aparte, ven a rebotar con nosotros
De pie sobre ti con una escopeta del 12 a punto de disparar
Es como cenizas a las cenizas y polvo al polvo
Podría irme en una bolsa para cadáveres, pero nunca esposado
¿Entonces en quién confías? Simplemente no son lo suficientemente rudos
Cuando las cosas se ponen difíciles, estoy en el club disparando con Puff
¡Perra, por favor! Debes tener una enfermedad mental
Asume la posición y vuelve a arrodillarte
Vamos
Y realmente no quieres joder conmigo
El único cabrón en quien confío soy yo
Jode y hazme disparar esta arma
Ese es el diablo, siempre quieren bailar
Y realmente no quieres joder conmigo
El único cabrón en quien confío soy yo
Jode y hazme disparar esta arma
Ese es el diablo, siempre quieren bailar
Ay, no, el gran Slim Dogg
Bolas de ochenta libras (¿Qué?), pene de seis pulgadas de largo (Mm)
De vuelta en la casa, nena
Es Shady (¡Está tan loco!) (Ja-ja-ja)
Dame el micrófono, déjame recitar hasta que Timothy White
Haga piquetes fuera de las oficinas de Interscope cada noche
¿Y si tiene razón? Solo soy un criminal ganándome la vida de la miseria del mundo
¿Qué en el mundo me da el derecho
De decir lo que me gusta y andar por ahí haciendo la peineta?
Viviendo la vida urbana como un chico blanco de los suburbios
Soñando por la noche con gritarle a mamá, tramando irse
Escapar de casa y crecer para ser tan malvado como yo
Solo quiero que todos me noten, y que la gente vea
Que, en algún lugar muy dentro, hay un ser humano decente en mí
Simplemente no se puede encontrar, así que la razón por la que has estado viendo a este yo
Es porque este soy yo ahora, el tipo reciente que está siendo tan malo
Así que cuando me veas vistiéndome como un nerd en la tele
O escuchaste el CD usando la palabra maricón tan libremente
Solo soy yo siendo yo; aquí, ¿quieres que baje el tono?
¡Chúpame la jodida polla, maricón! ¿Estás feliz ahora?
Mira, causo problemas dondequiera que voy (Que voy)
Pregúntale a los porteros del club porque ellos saben (Porque ellos saben)
Empiezo mierda, me echan por la puerta de atrás (La puerta de atrás)
Vuelvo y disparo en el club con una .44 (Una .44)
Y realmente no quieres joder conmigo
El único cabrón en quien confío soy yo
Jode y hazme disparar esta arma
Ese es el diablo, siempre quieren bailar
Y realmente no quieres joder conmigo
El único cabrón en quien confío soy yo
Jode y hazme disparar esta arma
Ese es el diablo, siempre quieren bailar
2001 y para siempre
Slim Shady, Dr. Dre
Snoop Dogg, X a la Z
Nate Dogg, vamos, sí
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