Official Music Video
My 1st Single by Eminem
Lyrics & Translation
English
Oh! Yeah! So much for first single on this one
Shady's the label, Aftermath is the stable
That the horses come out of—erra
Of course we're about to stir up
Some shit thick as Mrs. Buttersworth's syrup
It's the Mr. Picked-on-Christopher-Reeves-just-for-no-reason
Other than to—just to tease him
'Cause he was his biggest [*burp*] fan
He used to be Superman, now I'm pourin'
Liquor on the curb in his name for him
"Eminem, you wait 'til we meet up again, fucker
I'm kickin' your ass for everything you've ever said."
It goes one for the money, two for the fuckin' show
Ready, get set, let's go
Here comes the buckin' bronco
Stompin' and stampedin' up the damn street like them buffalo
Soldiers, I told ya I'm 'bout to blow, so look out below, Geronimo
Motherfuckers, it's dominoes, I'm on a roll
Around and around I go
When will I stop? I don't know
Tryin' to pick up where The Eminem Show left off
But I know anything's possible
Though I'm not gonna top what I sold
I'm at the top of my game, that shit is not gonna change
Long as I got Dr. Dre on my team I'll get away
With murder: I'm like O.J., he's like my Cochran today
We keep the Mark Fuhrman tapes
In a safe, locked 'em away [*slam*]
Better watch what you say
Just when you thought you were safe
Them fuckers got you on tape
You swear to God you was playin'
Whether or not you was little Joshua
Gosh, I wish I could've told you to not do the same
'Cause one day it could cost you your name
And this was supposed to be my first single [*burp*]
But I just fucked that up, so
Fuck it, let's all have fun, let's mingle [*burp*]
Slap a bitch and smack a ho
This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle [*fart*]
That you hear on your radio
But shit's about to hit the shingle [*fart*]
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-no, erra
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, oh-oh-ah-ah
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, poo-poo-ka-ka
Eri-Eri-Erick swallowed some generic sleeping pills
And woke up in bed next to his best friend Derrick, bare-naked
Jig-a-jig-ji-ji-Janean just turned 16 and used a fake ID
To sneak in V.I.P. to see R. Kelly
Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee to be so young and naïve
Oh what I wouldn't give to live so Kim and carefree
Paris and Nicky's parents must be so tickled, they cherish
Every picture with their kids with hickeys all over their necks
Hickory-dickory Dirk Diggler, look at me work wizardry
With these words – am I a jerk or just jerk chicken?
Or chiga-chigga-chig-chig-jer-chig-jer jerkin' your chain
Twenty-two jerks in a jerk circle, or is it a circle jerk?
Wait a minute, what am I sayin'? Allow me to run it back
And rewind it ...blblblblblblblb... – wait, let me ask you again
Am I just jerkin' your chain? Am I berserk or insane?
Or am I just one of them damn amateurs workin' the dang
Cameras, filmin' one of them Paris Hilton homemade
Pornos, who keeps tiltin' the lens at an angle
Jigga-ji-just recently somebody just discovered
Britney and Justin videotapes of 'em fuckin'
When they was just Mouseketeers in the Mickey Mouse Club
And dusted 'em and went straight to The Source with 'em
'Cause they could've sworn someone said, "Ni—"
And then tried to erase and record over it
But if you listen close enough to it you can hear the
"Ga-hu" and then they come to
Find out it was Justin sayin', "I'm gon—nuh cum!"
And this was supposed to be. my first single [*burp*]
But I just fucked that up, so
Fuck it, let's all have fun, let's mingle [*burp*]
Slap a bitch and smack a ho
This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle [*fart*]
That you hear on your radio
But shit's about to hit the shingle [*fart*]
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-no, erra
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, oh-oh-ah-ah
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, poo-poo-ka-ka
Any opinions or somethin' you just wanna get off your chest
And address it about my lyrics I'd love to hear it
All you gotta do is pick up the phone and just dial up this number
It's 1-800-I'M-A-DICK-SUCKER-I'D-LOVE-TO-SUCK-A-DICK
And if someone picks up
You can talk all the shit you want about me
Just type in your number back and follow it by the pound key
And I'll be sure to get back as soon as there comes a day
That I fall out with Dre, wake up gay and make up with Ray (hey!)
So fuck a chicken, lick a chicken, suck a chicken, beat a chicken
Eat a chicken like it's a big cock, big-a-big-cock!
Or suck a dick, and lick a dick, and eat a dick, and stick a dick in your mouth
I'm done, you can fuck off, fuck-a-fuck-off!
And this was supposed to be my first single [*burp*]
But I just fucked that up, so
Fuck it, let's all have fun, let's mingle [*burp*]
Slap a bitch and smack a ho
This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle [*fart*]
That you hear on your radio
But shit's about to hit the shingle [*fart*]
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-no, erra
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, oh-oh-ah-ah
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, poo-poo-ka-ka [*burp*]
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of My 1st Single by Eminem
My 1st Single* (original Eminem)
Oh! Yeah! So much for first single on this one
Shady's the label, Aftermath is the stable
That the horses come out of—erra
Of course we're about to stir up
Some shit thick as Mrs. Buttersworth's syrup
It's the Mr. Picked-on-Christopher-Reeves-just-for-no-reason
Other than to—just to tease him
'Cause he was his biggest [*burp*] fan
He used to be Superman, now I'm pourin'
Liquor on the curb in his name for him
"Eminem, you wait 'til we meet up again, fucker
I'm kickin' your ass for everything you've ever said."
It goes one for the money, two for the fuckin' show
Ready, get set, let's go
Here comes the buckin' bronco
Stompin' and stampedin' up the damn street like them buffalo
Soldiers, I told ya I'm 'bout to blow, so look out below, Geronimo
Motherfuckers, it's dominoes, I'm on a roll
Around and around I go
When will I stop? I don't know
Tryin' to pick up where The Eminem Show left off
But I know anything's possible
Though I'm not gonna top what I sold
I'm at the top of my game, that shit is not gonna change
Long as I got Dr. Dre on my team I'll get away
With murder: I'm like O.J., he's like my Cochran today
We keep the Mark Fuhrman tapes
In a safe, locked 'em away [*slam*]
Better watch what you say
Just when you thought you were safe
Them fuckers got you on tape
You swear to God you was playin'
Whether or not you was little Joshua
Gosh, I wish I could've told you to not do the same
'Cause one day it could cost you your name
And this was supposed to be my first single [*burp*]
But I just fucked that up, so
Fuck it, let's all have fun, let's mingle [*burp*]
Slap a bitch and smack a ho
This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle [*fart*]
That you hear on your radio
But shit's about to hit the shingle [*fart*]
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-no, erra
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, oh-oh-ah-ah
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, poo-poo-ka-ka
Eri-Eri-Erick swallowed some generic sleeping pills
And woke up in bed next to his best friend Derrick, bare-naked
Jig-a-jig-ji-ji-Janean just turned 16 and used a fake ID
To sneak in V.I.P. to see R. Kelly
Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee to be so young and naïve
Oh what I wouldn't give to live so Kim and carefree
Paris and Nicky's parents must be so tickled, they cherish
Every picture with their kids with hickeys all over their necks
Hickory-dickory Dirk Diggler, look at me work wizardry
With these words – am I a jerk or just jerk chicken?
Or chiga-chigga-chig-chig-jer-chig-jer jerkin' your chain
Twenty-two jerks in a jerk circle, or is it a circle jerk?
Wait a minute, what am I sayin'? Allow me to run it back
And rewind it ...blblblblblblblb... – wait, let me ask you again
Am I just jerkin' your chain? Am I berserk or insane?
Or am I just one of them damn amateurs workin' the dang
Cameras, filmin' one of them Paris Hilton homemade
Pornos, who keeps tiltin' the lens at an angle
Jigga-ji-just recently somebody just discovered
Britney and Justin videotapes of 'em fuckin'
When they was just Mouseketeers in the Mickey Mouse Club
And dusted 'em and went straight to The Source with 'em
'Cause they could've sworn someone said, "Ni—"
And then tried to erase and record over it
But if you listen close enough to it you can hear the
"Ga-hu" and then they come to
Find out it was Justin sayin', "I'm gon—nuh cum!"
And this was supposed to be. my first single [*burp*]
But I just fucked that up, so
Fuck it, let's all have fun, let's mingle [*burp*]
Slap a bitch and smack a ho
This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle [*fart*]
That you hear on your radio
But shit's about to hit the shingle [*fart*]
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-no, erra
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, oh-oh-ah-ah
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, poo-poo-ka-ka
Any opinions or somethin' you just wanna get off your chest
And address it about my lyrics I'd love to hear it
All you gotta do is pick up the phone and just dial up this number
It's 1-800-I'M-A-DICK-SUCKER-I'D-LOVE-TO-SUCK-A-DICK
And if someone picks up
You can talk all the shit you want about me
Just type in your number back and follow it by the pound key
And I'll be sure to get back as soon as there comes a day
That I fall out with Dre, wake up gay and make up with Ray (hey!)
So fuck a chicken, lick a chicken, suck a chicken, beat a chicken
Eat a chicken like it's a big cock, big-a-big-cock!
Or suck a dick, and lick a dick, and eat a dick, and stick a dick in your mouth
I'm done, you can fuck off, fuck-a-fuck-off!
And this was supposed to be my first single [*burp*]
But I just fucked that up, so
Fuck it, let's all have fun, let's mingle [*burp*]
Slap a bitch and smack a ho
This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle [*fart*]
That you hear on your radio
But shit's about to hit the shingle [*fart*]
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-no, erra
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, oh-oh-ah-ah
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, poo-poo-ka-ka [*burp*]
My 1st Single (traducción LyricVerse Team)
¡Oh! ¡Sí! Hasta aquí el primer sencillo de este
Shady es el sello, Aftermath es el establo
Del que salen los caballos—erra
Claro que estamos a punto de armar
Un desmadre espeso como el jarabe de la Sra. Buttersworth
Es el Sr. Que-se-metió-con-Christopher-Reeves-sin-razón-alguna
Más que para—solo para molestarlo
Porque era su mayor [*eructo*] fan
Solía ser Superman, ahora estoy vertiendo
Licor en la acera en su nombre por él
"Eminem, espera a que nos volvamos a encontrar, cabrón
Te voy a patear el culo por todo lo que has dicho."
Va uno por el dinero, dos por el puto espectáculo
Listos, preparados, vamos
Aquí viene el potro salvaje
Pateando y estampidando por la maldita calle como esos búfalos
Soldados, les dije que estoy a punto de explotar, así que cuidado abajo, Gerónimo
Cabrones, son dominós, estoy en racha
Dando vueltas y vueltas voy
¿Cuándo pararé? No lo sé
Intentando retomar donde The Eminem Show lo dejó
Pero sé que todo es posible
Aunque no voy a superar lo que vendí
Estoy en la cima de mi juego, esa mierda no va a cambiar
Mientras tenga a Dr. Dre en mi equipo me saldré con la mía
Con el asesinato: soy como O.J., él es como mi Cochran hoy
Guardamos las cintas de Mark Fuhrman
En una caja fuerte, las encerramos [*slam*]
Mejor ten cuidado con lo que dices
Justo cuando pensabas que estabas a salvo
Esos cabrones te grabaron
Juras por Dios que estabas jugando
Fueras o no el pequeño Joshua
Dios, ojalá te hubiera dicho que no hicieras lo mismo
Porque un día podría costarte tu nombre
Y se suponía que este era mi primer sencillo [*eructo*]
Pero acabo de joderlo, así que
A la mierda, divirtámonos todos, socialicemos [*eructo*]
Abofetea a una perra y golpea a una puta
Se suponía que este era mi pegadizo jingle [*fart*]
Que escuchas en tu radio
Pero la mierda está a punto de golpear la teja [*fart*]
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-no, erra
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, oh-oh-ah-ah
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, poo-poo-ka-ka
Eri-Eri-Erick tragó unas pastillas genéricas para dormir
Y se despertó en la cama junto a su mejor amigo Derrick, completamente desnudo
Jig-a-jig-ji-ji-Janean acaba de cumplir 16 y usó una identificación falsa
Para colarse en V.I.P. a ver a R. Kelly
Ji-ji-ji-ji-ji-ji ser tan joven y naíf
Oh, lo que no daría por vivir tan Kim y despreocupado
Los padres de Paris y Nicky deben estar tan contentos, atesoran
Cada foto con sus hijos con chupetones por todo el cuello
Hickory-dickory Dirk Diggler, mírame hacer magia
Con estas palabras – ¿soy un idiota o solo pollo jerk?
O chiga-chigga-chig-chig-jer-chig-jer tomándote el pelo
Veintidós idiotas en un círculo de idiotas, ¿o es una orgía?
Espera un minuto, ¿qué estoy diciendo? Permítanme retroceder
Y rebobinarlo ...blblblblblblblb... – espera, déjame preguntarte de nuevo
¿Solo te estoy tomando el pelo? ¿Estoy loco o demente?
¿O soy solo uno de esos malditos aficionados manejando las malditas
Cámaras, filmando uno de esos caseros de Paris Hilton
Pornos, que sigue inclinando la lente en un ángulo
Jigga-ji-justo recientemente alguien descubrió
Videocintas de Britney y Justin follando
Cuando eran solo Mouseketeers en el Club de Mickey Mouse
Y los desempolvaron y fueron directamente a The Source con ellos
Porque podrían haber jurado que alguien dijo, "Ni—"
Y luego intentaron borrar y grabar encima
Pero si escuchas lo suficientemente cerca puedes oír el
"Ga-hu" y luego llegan a
Descubrir que era Justin diciendo, "¡Voy a—a correr!"
Y se suponía que este era. mi primer sencillo [*eructo*]
Pero acabo de joderlo, así que
A la mierda, divirtámonos todos, socialicemos [*eructo*]
Abofetea a una perra y golpea a una puta
Se suponía que este era mi pegadizo jingle [*fart*]
Que escuchas en tu radio
Pero la mierda está a punto de golpear la teja [*fart*]
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-no, erra
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, oh-oh-ah-ah
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, poo-poo-ka-ka
Cualquier opinión o algo que quieras desahogar
Y abordar sobre mis letras, me encantaría escucharlo
Todo lo que tienes que hacer es levantar el teléfono y marcar este número
Es 1-800-SOY-UN-CHUPA-POLLAS-ME-ENCANTARÍA-CHUPAR-UNA-POLLA
Y si alguien contesta
Puedes decir toda la mierda que quieras sobre mí
Solo escribe tu número de vuelta y síguelo con la tecla de almohadilla
Y me aseguraré de responder tan pronto como llegue el día
En que me pelee con Dre, me despierte gay y me reconcilie con Ray (¡hey!)
Así que folla un pollo, lame un pollo, chupa un pollo, golpea un pollo
Come un pollo como si fuera una gran polla, ¡gran-gran-polla!
O chupa una polla, y lame una polla, y come una polla, y métete una polla en la boca
Terminé, puedes irte a la mierda, ¡vete-a-la-mierda!
Y se suponía que este era mi primer sencillo [*eructo*]
Pero acabo de joderlo, así que
A la mierda, divirtámonos todos, socialicemos [*eructo*]
Abofetea a una perra y golpea a una puta
Se suponía que este era mi pegadizo jingle [*fart*]
Que escuchas en tu radio
Pero la mierda está a punto de golpear la teja [*fart*]
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-no, erra
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, oh-oh-ah-ah
Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra
Oh, ah, erra, poo-poo-ka-ka [*eructo*]
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