Official Music Video
Jimmy, Brian And Mike by Eminem
Lyrics & Translation
English
Yeah, woo, yeah
Fetch me a beer, man
The fuckin' Red Wings are playin'
Ayy, the fuckin' Red Wings are playin', man, fuck
Shut up, man, you're gonna fuckin' make me miss the game
It goes, one, two, three, four
Rush room, C4
Need more bleach, breathe more (Yo, I said)
Reach for ether, either or (Either one)
Markers, paint, inhale, faint
Yeah, heh, heh, smells great, heh (Woah)
Acid, you don't got that? Just melt plastic
That's it, now let it smoke and smell that shit
I can't see shit, you're foggin' up the room
Gimme that shit, bitch, you're hoggin' the balloon (Hey)
I might just suck nitrous all night long
If I just die, Mike, just call my mom (911)
Greg can drink a whole keg through a funnel
Put his foot through it and crawl in it like a tunnel
From the 313 to the 810
Hey, Brian, you ain't coverin' the rush hole
You're not doin' it right, pay attention
Who the fuck taught you to smoke? Bill Clinton?
Come on, inhale, puff, pass, puff, pass
Okay, that's enough, damn
Tom, that's my mom's lamp
Goddamn, dude, fuckin' calm down (Sorry)
Look at you guys, you're makin' a mess, where's Jason?
"Dude, I'm in the basement with Jeff
He just dropped a bunch of weights on his chest
Help me get 'em off," wait, you're breakin' his neck (Alright)
You grab that end, dick, I'll grab this end
I told him not to lift when he sniffs, he don't listen
Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight
Jimmy, don't, Jimmy don't let me die tonight
Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight
I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike
Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight
Jimmy, don't, Jimmy don't let me die tonight
Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight
I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike
(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike
(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike
(Ch—) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike
(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike
I spilled beer on the carpet, the walls are drunk, you asshole
I ain't leanin' on 'em, I'm holdin' 'em up
Shit, tonight, man, I ain't holdin' 'em up
I'm openin' up shop to the cops and closin' it shut
Nineteen shots might seem like a lot, but it's not
I ain't even buzzin', man, I swear to God
Tom, stop, you're gonna scare the dog
He's gonna bark and Mr. Johnson's gonna come downstairs, and, ugh
"Hey, I want some peace and quiet here
Or I'ma send the goddamn police in riot gear"
Shut up, Mr. Johnson, don't even start
Go have another fuckin' heart attack, you old fart
I hate that guy, Brian, that's the hamper
What's the matter, you can't go to the damn bathroom?
"Sorry, I had to shit, dude, where's the tissue?"
I dunno, just use this XXL issue
Look at this house, who put this couch crooked?
Ow, stupid, you just stepped on my foot, now look it
It looks like I just stepped in a mud puddle
You fuckin' dick (I'm sorry), shut up, butthole
You prolly did it on purpose, you fuckin' drunk bastard
Here, take your keys, go cruisin' up Gratiot
I hate you guys, you ain't my friends
Look what you just did to my mom's eight-by-tens
Now she's gonna blame me, I hope you're happy now
Party's over, everybody get your asses out
Out, I said out
Put that beer down, out
Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight
Jimmy, don't, Jimmy don't let me die tonight
Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight
I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike
Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight
Jimmy, don't, Jimmy don't let me die tonight
Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight
I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike
(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
(Ch-chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Jimmy, Brian And Mike by Eminem
Jimmy, Brian And Mike* (original Eminem)
Yeah, woo, yeah
Fetch me a beer, man
The fuckin' Red Wings are playin'
Ayy, the fuckin' Red Wings are playin', man, fuck
Shut up, man, you're gonna fuckin' make me miss the game
It goes, one, two, three, four
Rush room, C4
Need more bleach, breathe more (Yo, I said)
Reach for ether, either or (Either one)
Markers, paint, inhale, faint
Yeah, heh, heh, smells great, heh (Woah)
Acid, you don't got that? Just melt plastic
That's it, now let it smoke and smell that shit
I can't see shit, you're foggin' up the room
Gimme that shit, bitch, you're hoggin' the balloon (Hey)
I might just suck nitrous all night long
If I just die, Mike, just call my mom (911)
Greg can drink a whole keg through a funnel
Put his foot through it and crawl in it like a tunnel
From the 313 to the 810
Hey, Brian, you ain't coverin' the rush hole
You're not doin' it right, pay attention
Who the fuck taught you to smoke? Bill Clinton?
Come on, inhale, puff, pass, puff, pass
Okay, that's enough, damn
Tom, that's my mom's lamp
Goddamn, dude, fuckin' calm down (Sorry)
Look at you guys, you're makin' a mess, where's Jason?
"Dude, I'm in the basement with Jeff
He just dropped a bunch of weights on his chest
Help me get 'em off," wait, you're breakin' his neck (Alright)
You grab that end, dick, I'll grab this end
I told him not to lift when he sniffs, he don't listen
Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight
Jimmy, don't, Jimmy don't let me die tonight
Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight
I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike
Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight
Jimmy, don't, Jimmy don't let me die tonight
Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight
I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike
(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike
(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike
(Ch—) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike
(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike
I spilled beer on the carpet, the walls are drunk, you asshole
I ain't leanin' on 'em, I'm holdin' 'em up
Shit, tonight, man, I ain't holdin' 'em up
I'm openin' up shop to the cops and closin' it shut
Nineteen shots might seem like a lot, but it's not
I ain't even buzzin', man, I swear to God
Tom, stop, you're gonna scare the dog
He's gonna bark and Mr. Johnson's gonna come downstairs, and, ugh
"Hey, I want some peace and quiet here
Or I'ma send the goddamn police in riot gear"
Shut up, Mr. Johnson, don't even start
Go have another fuckin' heart attack, you old fart
I hate that guy, Brian, that's the hamper
What's the matter, you can't go to the damn bathroom?
"Sorry, I had to shit, dude, where's the tissue?"
I dunno, just use this XXL issue
Look at this house, who put this couch crooked?
Ow, stupid, you just stepped on my foot, now look it
It looks like I just stepped in a mud puddle
You fuckin' dick (I'm sorry), shut up, butthole
You prolly did it on purpose, you fuckin' drunk bastard
Here, take your keys, go cruisin' up Gratiot
I hate you guys, you ain't my friends
Look what you just did to my mom's eight-by-tens
Now she's gonna blame me, I hope you're happy now
Party's over, everybody get your asses out
Out, I said out
Put that beer down, out
Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight
Jimmy, don't, Jimmy don't let me die tonight
Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight
I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike
Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight
Jimmy, don't, Jimmy don't let me die tonight
Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight
I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike
(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
(Ch-chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
Jimmy, Brian And Mike (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Sí, woo, sí
Tráeme una cerveza, tío
Los putos Red Wings están jugando
Ayy, los putos Red Wings están jugando, tío, joder
Cállate, tío, me vas a hacer perder el puto partido
Va, uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Habitación de subidón, C4
Necesito más lejía, respira más (Yo, dije)
Busca éter, cualquiera de los dos (Cualquiera)
Marcadores, pintura, inhala, desmaya
Sí, je, je, huele genial, je (Woah)
Ácido, ¿no tienes eso? Solo derrite plástico
Eso es, ahora déjalo humear y huele esa mierda
No veo una mierda, estás empañando la habitación
Dame esa mierda, perra, estás acaparando el globo (Hey)
Podría aspirar óxido nitroso toda la noche
Si me muero, Mike, solo llama a mi mamá (911)
Greg puede beber un barril entero con un embudo
Meter el pie y arrastrarse en él como un túnel
Del 313 al 810
Hey, Brian, no estás cubriendo el agujero del subidón
No lo estás haciendo bien, presta atención
¿Quién coño te enseñó a fumar? ¿Bill Clinton?
Vamos, inhala, sopla, pasa, sopla, pasa
Okay, ya es suficiente, joder
Tom, esa es la lámpara de mi mamá
Maldita sea, tío, cálmate de una puta vez (Lo siento)
Mírense, están haciendo un desastre, ¿dónde está Jason?
"Tío, estoy en el sótano con Jeff
Acaba de dejar caer un montón de pesas en su pecho
Ayúdame a quitárselas," espera, le estás rompiendo el cuello (Vale)
Tú agarra ese extremo, gilipollas, yo agarro este
Le dije que no levantara cuando esnifa, no escucha
Emborráchame, déjame ir y drogarme esta noche
Jimmy, no, Jimmy no me dejes morir esta noche
Llévame a casa, Jimmy, no me dejes conducir esta noche
Solo quiero volarme con Brian y Mike
Emborráchame, déjame ir y drogarme esta noche
Jimmy, no, Jimmy no me dejes morir esta noche
Llévame a casa, Jimmy, no me dejes conducir esta noche
Solo quiero volarme con Brian y Mike
(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, y Mike
(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, y Mike
(Ch—) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, y Mike
(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, y Mike
Derramé cerveza en la alfombra, las paredes están borrachas, gilipollas
No me estoy apoyando en ellas, las estoy sujetando
Mierda, esta noche, tío, no las estoy sujetando
Estoy abriendo el negocio a los polis y cerrándolo de golpe
Diecinueve chupitos pueden parecer muchos, pero no lo son
Ni siquiera estoy zumbando, tío, lo juro por Dios
Tom, para, vas a asustar al perro
Va a ladrar y el señor Johnson va a bajar, y, ugh
"Hey, quiero algo de paz y tranquilidad aquí
O voy a enviar a la puta policía con equipo antidisturbios"
Cállate, señor Johnson, ni siquiera empiece
Ve a tener otro puto ataque al corazón, viejo pedorro
Odio a ese tipo, Brian, eso es el cesto de la ropa sucia
¿Qué pasa, no puedes ir al puto baño?
"Lo siento, tuve que cagar, tío, ¿dónde está el pañuelo?"
No sé, solo usa este número XXL
Mira esta casa, ¿quién puso este sofá torcido?
Ay, estúpido, acabas de pisarme el pie, ahora mira
Parece que acabo de pisar un charco de barro
Puto gilipollas (Lo siento), cállate, culo
Probablemente lo hiciste a propósito, puto bastardo borracho
Aquí, toma tus llaves, ve a pasear por Gratiot
Los odio, ustedes no son mis amigos
Mira lo que le acabas de hacer a las fotos ocho por diez de mi mamá
Ahora me va a culpar, espero que estén contentos ahora
La fiesta terminó, todos saquen sus culos
Fuera, dije fuera
Deja esa cerveza, fuera
Emborráchame, déjame ir y drogarme esta noche
Jimmy, no, Jimmy no me dejes morir esta noche
Llévame a casa, Jimmy, no me dejes conducir esta noche
Solo quiero volarme con Brian y Mike
Emborráchame, déjame ir y drogarme esta noche
Jimmy, no, Jimmy no me dejes morir esta noche
Llévame a casa, Jimmy, no me dejes conducir esta noche
Solo quiero volarme con Brian y Mike
(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky y Mike
(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky y Mike
(Ch-chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky y Mike
Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky y Mike
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