Official Music Video
Come On In by Eminem
Lyrics & Translation
English
Good morning! Ha ha!
Wake your motherfucking asses up!
Are y'all with us or what?
Well, come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleeping on my group, bitch!
For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin' my ass whipped
'Cause I'ma have the last lips to ever kiss ass with
I just can't get past these little piss ants
That wanna be brawny bad asses so bad
And they so mad they can't stand it
'Cause we can and they can't spit
And they can't handle it like a man
And that's when it just happens
And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's scrap and then it isn't rap, is it?
Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you gotta go and resort back into that shit
Maybe I'm old-fashioned but my passion is to smash anyone rappin' without havin' to slap him
Believe me, I'd much rather lift a pencil than a pistol when I'm pissed now
But it all depends on just how far it gets took on the mic
'Cause I'm tellin' you right now, you're not gonna like it
'Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin' you with me
You poke a stick at a pitbull, you get bit, B
These words stick to you like Krazy Glue when you diss me
'Cause they just bounce off me, like bullets to 50
I'm the beautiful-lest thing and you gonna miss me when I'm gone
Like Keith Murray when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidentally
I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof, are you with me?
Come on then, everybody come on and
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in
'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and
Wake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawning
'Cause we ain't leaving 'til 6 in the morning
So have a sing along with the words of the song and
If you don't know the words and you can't sing along then
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers and join in
Everybody good morning
They consider me the epitome me of a beef starter
In a party with heat, it's hard to keep me without one
Fuck slugs, I'm walkin' gloves with a shotgun
Constantly poppin' slugs, they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses; a holocaust to whoever ain't conscious
In a house full of dog shit
I'm a Gothic death project, you stop breathin'
You die quicker than Mach speed without bleedin'
It ain't about what you readin'
When you meet me better speak like a season's greetings
Either that or we'll be beefin' frequent
You niggas need an 'E' just to speak shit
Your leader's a petite bitch
Keep the heater where you can reach quick
I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret
Nigga I did it from the mind of a mental patient
When Glocks wave you can save that conversation for Satan
You brave?
Come on then, everybody come on and
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in
'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and
Wake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawning
'Cause we ain't leaving 'til 6 in the morning
So have a sing along with the words of the song and
If you don't know the words and you can't sing along then
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers and join in
Everybody good morning
I heard you niggas don't like us but so what?
This beef is like "What the fuck did he say in his rap, Em?"
I can see that he's just a punk
I mean these niggas squeeze on me
Please I'm seeing guts
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks and my MPC and a mic
They empty out on them bike to fight you
In front of every reporter that I don't like
No need for metaphors to get points across when I write
This emotion's enough to say: "Fuck you bitch and I don't like you!"
What! I might as well give this up but that'd be, selfish as fuck
To leave D12 in this but we can't self-destruct
I've never felt it this much, c'mon fellas get up!
We gotta fight like Bugz last night of his life, c'mon!
I walk with a limp, pistol hanging off of the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough and sick when sparking a fifth
Your carcass is split, even if beef is partially thick
We can't take you seriously, you a comedy skit
You probably wish that you could be out, shooting at Gs
But the only thing you shoot is the breeze, I can't believe
You speaking on moving keys, but every time we hear you kick it
The only thing that you selling is woof tickets
I look wicked 'cause niggas'll test your nutsack
So when they bust, you better bust back or get your guts clapped outta your stomach
And when they want it I'll bring a hundred niggas from Runyon so get to gunnin' if you coming
Come on then, everybody come on and
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in
'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and
Wake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawning
'Cause we ain't leaving 'til 6 in the morning
So have a sing along with the words of the song and
If you don't know the words and you can't sing along then
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers and join in
Everybody good morning
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Come On In by Eminem
Come On In* (original Eminem)
Good morning! Ha ha!
Wake your motherfucking asses up!
Are y'all with us or what?
Well, come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleeping on my group, bitch!
For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin' my ass whipped
'Cause I'ma have the last lips to ever kiss ass with
I just can't get past these little piss ants
That wanna be brawny bad asses so bad
And they so mad they can't stand it
'Cause we can and they can't spit
And they can't handle it like a man
And that's when it just happens
And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's scrap and then it isn't rap, is it?
Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you gotta go and resort back into that shit
Maybe I'm old-fashioned but my passion is to smash anyone rappin' without havin' to slap him
Believe me, I'd much rather lift a pencil than a pistol when I'm pissed now
But it all depends on just how far it gets took on the mic
'Cause I'm tellin' you right now, you're not gonna like it
'Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin' you with me
You poke a stick at a pitbull, you get bit, B
These words stick to you like Krazy Glue when you diss me
'Cause they just bounce off me, like bullets to 50
I'm the beautiful-lest thing and you gonna miss me when I'm gone
Like Keith Murray when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidentally
I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof, are you with me?
Come on then, everybody come on and
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in
'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and
Wake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawning
'Cause we ain't leaving 'til 6 in the morning
So have a sing along with the words of the song and
If you don't know the words and you can't sing along then
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers and join in
Everybody good morning
They consider me the epitome me of a beef starter
In a party with heat, it's hard to keep me without one
Fuck slugs, I'm walkin' gloves with a shotgun
Constantly poppin' slugs, they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses; a holocaust to whoever ain't conscious
In a house full of dog shit
I'm a Gothic death project, you stop breathin'
You die quicker than Mach speed without bleedin'
It ain't about what you readin'
When you meet me better speak like a season's greetings
Either that or we'll be beefin' frequent
You niggas need an 'E' just to speak shit
Your leader's a petite bitch
Keep the heater where you can reach quick
I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret
Nigga I did it from the mind of a mental patient
When Glocks wave you can save that conversation for Satan
You brave?
Come on then, everybody come on and
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in
'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and
Wake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawning
'Cause we ain't leaving 'til 6 in the morning
So have a sing along with the words of the song and
If you don't know the words and you can't sing along then
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers and join in
Everybody good morning
I heard you niggas don't like us but so what?
This beef is like "What the fuck did he say in his rap, Em?"
I can see that he's just a punk
I mean these niggas squeeze on me
Please I'm seeing guts
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks and my MPC and a mic
They empty out on them bike to fight you
In front of every reporter that I don't like
No need for metaphors to get points across when I write
This emotion's enough to say: "Fuck you bitch and I don't like you!"
What! I might as well give this up but that'd be, selfish as fuck
To leave D12 in this but we can't self-destruct
I've never felt it this much, c'mon fellas get up!
We gotta fight like Bugz last night of his life, c'mon!
I walk with a limp, pistol hanging off of the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough and sick when sparking a fifth
Your carcass is split, even if beef is partially thick
We can't take you seriously, you a comedy skit
You probably wish that you could be out, shooting at Gs
But the only thing you shoot is the breeze, I can't believe
You speaking on moving keys, but every time we hear you kick it
The only thing that you selling is woof tickets
I look wicked 'cause niggas'll test your nutsack
So when they bust, you better bust back or get your guts clapped outta your stomach
And when they want it I'll bring a hundred niggas from Runyon so get to gunnin' if you coming
Come on then, everybody come on and
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in
'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and
Wake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawning
'Cause we ain't leaving 'til 6 in the morning
So have a sing along with the words of the song and
If you don't know the words and you can't sing along then
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers and join in
Everybody good morning
Come On In (traducción LyricVerse Team)
¡Buenos días! ¡Ja ja!
¡Despierten sus malditos culos!
¿Están con nosotros o qué?
Bueno, vamos, ya saben qué hora es
¡Dejen de dormirse con mi grupo, perra!
Por lo que valga, vale la pena que me den una paliza
Porque seré los últimos labios en besar culos
Simplemente no puedo superar a estas pequeñas hormigas meonas
Que quieren ser unos tipos duros y musculosos
Y están tan enojados que no lo soportan
Porque nosotros podemos y ellos no pueden rapear
Y no pueden manejarlo como un hombre
Y ahí es cuando simplemente sucede
Y me quiebro y se acabó, y es chatarra y entonces no es rap, ¿verdad?
El Hip-Hop ya no es un deporte cuando tienes que volver a esa mierda
Quizás soy anticuado pero mi pasión es aplastar a cualquiera que rapee sin tener que abofetearlo
Créeme, preferiría mucho más levantar un lápiz que una pistola cuando estoy cabreado ahora
Pero todo depende de hasta dónde llegue en el micrófono
Porque te lo digo ahora mismo, no te va a gustar
Porque si me empujan al límite, te arrastraré conmigo
Le clavas un palo a un pitbull, te muerde, B
Estas palabras se te pegan como Super Glue cuando me faltas al respeto
Porque simplemente rebotan en mí, como balas en 50
Soy lo menos hermoso y me extrañarás cuando me haya ido
Como Keith Murray cuando lanzó un taburete y golpeó a una chica accidentalmente
Hago esto por Swifty, Kon y Kuniva, Bizzy y Proof, ¿están conmigo?
Vamos entonces, todos vengan y
Quítense los zapatos, cabrones, pasen
Porque seguimos hasta el amanecer y
Despierten sus culos, cabrones, dejen de bostezar
Porque no nos vamos hasta las 6 de la mañana
Así que canten la canción y
Si no saben las palabras y no pueden cantar entonces
Finjan que las saben, cabrones, y únanse
Buenos días a todos
Me consideran la epítome de un iniciador de conflictos
En una fiesta con un arma, es difícil mantenerme sin una
A la mierda las balas, soy guantes andantes con una escopeta
Constantemente disparando balas, están calientes, hijo, mejor no corras
Los jefes de todos los jefes; un holocausto para quien no esté consciente
En una casa llena de mierda de perro
Soy un proyecto de muerte gótico, dejas de respirar
Mueres más rápido que la velocidad Mach sin sangrar
No se trata de lo que estás leyendo
Cuando me conozcas, mejor habla como un saludo de temporada
O eso o estaremos peleando a menudo
Ustedes, negros, necesitan una 'E' solo para hablar mierda
Tu líder es una perra pequeña
Mantén el arma donde puedas alcanzarla rápido
Te disparo con ella y ni siquiera lo mantendremos en secreto
Negro, lo hice desde la mente de un paciente mental
Cuando las Glocks ondean, puedes guardar esa conversación para Satanás
¿Eres valiente?
Vamos entonces, todos vengan y
Quítense los zapatos, cabrones, pasen
Porque seguimos hasta el amanecer y
Despierten sus culos, cabrones, dejen de bostezar
Porque no nos vamos hasta las 6 de la mañana
Así que canten la canción y
Si no saben las palabras y no pueden cantar entonces
Finjan que las saben, cabrones, y únanse
Buenos días a todos
Escuché que a ustedes, negros, no les gustamos, ¿y qué?
Este conflicto es como "¿Qué carajo dijo en su rap, Em?"
Puedo ver que es solo un cobarde
Quiero decir, estos negros me disparan
Por favor, estoy viendo tripas
No necesito enemigos, ya que mi familia son un par de camiones y mi MPC y un micrófono
Se bajan de sus motos para pelear contigo
Delante de cada reportero que no me gusta
No necesito metáforas para dejar claro lo que escribo
Esta emoción es suficiente para decir: "¡Que te jodan, perra, y no me gustas!"
¡Qué! Podría rendirme, pero eso sería, jodidamente egoísta
Dejar a D12 en esto pero no podemos autodestruirnos
Nunca lo había sentido tanto, ¡vamos, muchachos, levántense!
Tenemos que luchar como Bugz la última noche de su vida, ¡vamos!
Camino cojeando, con la pistola colgando de la cadera
Soy torpe y lo suficientemente rápido y enfermo al encender un quinto
Tu cadáver está partido, incluso si el conflicto es parcialmente denso
No podemos tomarte en serio, eres un sketch de comedia
Probablemente desearías poder estar afuera, disparando a Gs
Pero lo único que haces es hablar por hablar, no puedo creer
Hablas de mover kilos, pero cada vez que te escuchamos rapear
Lo único que vendes son boletos de ladrido
Me veo malvado porque los negros te pondrán a prueba
Así que cuando disparen, mejor dispara de vuelta o te sacarán las tripas del estómago
Y cuando lo quieran, traeré cien negros de Runyon, así que prepárense para disparar si vienen
Vamos entonces, todos vengan y
Quítense los zapatos, cabrones, pasen
Porque seguimos hasta el amanecer y
Despierten sus culos, cabrones, dejen de bostezar
Porque no nos vamos hasta las 6 de la mañana
Así que canten la canción y
Si no saben las palabras y no pueden cantar entonces
Finjan que las saben, cabrones, y únanse
Buenos días a todos
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