Official Music Video
Ain't No Nigga by JAY-Z
Lyrics & Translation
English
Fox Brown
Yeah, Jay-Z, what
I keep it fresher than the next, bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best bitch see the exit, indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
You got your own '96 something to ride
And keep your ass tight up in Versace, that's why
You gotta watch your friends, you got to watch me, they're conniving
Shit, the first chance to crack the bank, they try me
All they get is 50 cent franks and papayas
From the village to the telly
Time to kill it on your belly no question
Had more black chicks between my sheets than Essence
They say sex is a weapon
So when I shoot, meet your death in less than 8 seconds
Still pounding in my afterlife
Laughing, my shit is tight, who you asking, right?
Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you better)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah hah
(Tell the freaks to find a man of their own
Man of their own, man of their own)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fresh to death in Mo-schi-no, coach bag
Looking half black and Filipino, faking no jacks
Got you a beeper to feel important
Surrounding your feet in Joan & David and Charles Jourdan
I keep you dove, but love
You know these hoes be making me weak
Y'all knows how it goes, B, and so I creep
I've been sinning since you been playing with Barbie and Ken and
You can't change a player's game in the 9th inning
The chrome rim spinning keeps them grinning
So I run way the fuck up in 'em
And wrinkle their face like linen
I play hard until they say "God
He's keeping it real, Jigga stay hard."
Lord, don't even trip, shit, I never slip
Nigga, get a grip, what you don't see is what you get
Weapons concealed, what the fuck y'all feel
When you niggas play sick we can all get ill
Fox Brown (what the deal?)
Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you better)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah hah
(Tell the freaks to find a man of their own
Man of their own, man of their own)
Ha, ha, right, right
Yo, ain't no stopping this, no lie
Promise to stay monogamous, I try
But, love, you know these hoes be making me weak
Y'all know how it goes, B, so I stay deep
What up, boo? Just keep me laced in the illest snakes
Bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the French tubs
Macking this bitch, wifey nigga
So when you flip that coke
Remember the days you was dead broke
But now you style and I raised you, basically made you
Into a don, flipping weight, her-on and shit
You know the pussy is all that
That's why I get baguettes, 5 carats and all that
From Dolce Gabbana to H Bendel, I'm ringing bells
So who the player? I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor-made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscing
On how I fuck the best and shit
Especially when I'm sipping Baileys
Don't give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis
I push the Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was
I got you fronting in Armani sweaters
Before this rap shit, when you was in leathers and bullshit Berettas
And E classes with Mo in the glasses
Shows in Cali with all the flavor suede Ballys
Now all your mens is up in your Benzes
High post, I swear you be killing me, playing inside my pubic hairs
I never worry about them other chicks
'Cause you proved who was your wiz
When you was spending that bitch
I took a little when you was up north, your commissary stay piling
How you living large on the island?
All them collects have me vexed, but when you come home
Knew I was coming off with half of them checks
Now we on the rise
Your diamond mami with the slanted eyes
Holding this grip, cocked the En Glee-Kay and shit
Fucks no, I see half of that dough
Made you into a star, pushing hundred-thousand-dollar cars
Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you better)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah hah
(Tell the freaks to find a man of their own
Man of their own, man of their own)
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Ain't No Nigga by JAY-Z
Ain't No Nigga* (original JAY-Z)
Fox Brown
Yeah, Jay-Z, what
I keep it fresher than the next, bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best bitch see the exit, indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
You got your own '96 something to ride
And keep your ass tight up in Versace, that's why
You gotta watch your friends, you got to watch me, they're conniving
Shit, the first chance to crack the bank, they try me
All they get is 50 cent franks and papayas
From the village to the telly
Time to kill it on your belly no question
Had more black chicks between my sheets than Essence
They say sex is a weapon
So when I shoot, meet your death in less than 8 seconds
Still pounding in my afterlife
Laughing, my shit is tight, who you asking, right?
Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you better)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah hah
(Tell the freaks to find a man of their own
Man of their own, man of their own)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fresh to death in Mo-schi-no, coach bag
Looking half black and Filipino, faking no jacks
Got you a beeper to feel important
Surrounding your feet in Joan & David and Charles Jourdan
I keep you dove, but love
You know these hoes be making me weak
Y'all knows how it goes, B, and so I creep
I've been sinning since you been playing with Barbie and Ken and
You can't change a player's game in the 9th inning
The chrome rim spinning keeps them grinning
So I run way the fuck up in 'em
And wrinkle their face like linen
I play hard until they say "God
He's keeping it real, Jigga stay hard."
Lord, don't even trip, shit, I never slip
Nigga, get a grip, what you don't see is what you get
Weapons concealed, what the fuck y'all feel
When you niggas play sick we can all get ill
Fox Brown (what the deal?)
Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you better)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah hah
(Tell the freaks to find a man of their own
Man of their own, man of their own)
Ha, ha, right, right
Yo, ain't no stopping this, no lie
Promise to stay monogamous, I try
But, love, you know these hoes be making me weak
Y'all know how it goes, B, so I stay deep
What up, boo? Just keep me laced in the illest snakes
Bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the French tubs
Macking this bitch, wifey nigga
So when you flip that coke
Remember the days you was dead broke
But now you style and I raised you, basically made you
Into a don, flipping weight, her-on and shit
You know the pussy is all that
That's why I get baguettes, 5 carats and all that
From Dolce Gabbana to H Bendel, I'm ringing bells
So who the player? I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor-made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscing
On how I fuck the best and shit
Especially when I'm sipping Baileys
Don't give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis
I push the Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was
I got you fronting in Armani sweaters
Before this rap shit, when you was in leathers and bullshit Berettas
And E classes with Mo in the glasses
Shows in Cali with all the flavor suede Ballys
Now all your mens is up in your Benzes
High post, I swear you be killing me, playing inside my pubic hairs
I never worry about them other chicks
'Cause you proved who was your wiz
When you was spending that bitch
I took a little when you was up north, your commissary stay piling
How you living large on the island?
All them collects have me vexed, but when you come home
Knew I was coming off with half of them checks
Now we on the rise
Your diamond mami with the slanted eyes
Holding this grip, cocked the En Glee-Kay and shit
Fucks no, I see half of that dough
Made you into a star, pushing hundred-thousand-dollar cars
Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you better)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah hah
(Tell the freaks to find a man of their own
Man of their own, man of their own)
Ain't No Nigga (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Fox Brown
Sí, Jay-Z, qué
Lo mantengo más fresco que la siguiente, perra
No necesitas preocuparte por la siguiente perra
Con velocidad, hago que la mejor perra vea la salida, de verdad
Tienes que saber que te respeto profundamente
Obtienes las llaves del Lexus sin conductor
Tienes tu propio algo del '96 para conducir
Y mantén tu trasero apretado en Versace, por eso
Tienes que vigilar a tus amigos, tienes que vigilarme, son intrigantes
Mierda, la primera oportunidad de asaltar el banco, me prueban
Todo lo que obtienen son salchichas de 50 centavos y papayas
Del pueblo a la tele
Hora de matarlo en tu vientre sin duda
Tuve más chicas negras entre mis sábanas que Essence
Dicen que el sexo es un arma
Así que cuando disparo, encuentra tu muerte en menos de 8 segundos
Todavía golpeando en mi vida después de la muerte
Riendo, lo mío es bueno, ¿a quién le preguntas, verdad?
No hay negro como el que tengo
(Nadie puede follarte mejor)
Se acuesta con muchas pero me da mucho
(Te mantiene en diamantes y cueros)
Los amigos me dirán que debería dejarte en paz
Ja ja, ja ja, ja ja, ja ja
(Dile a las locas que encuentren un hombre propio
Un hombre propio, un hombre propio)
Sí, sí, sí
Fresca hasta la muerte en Mo-schi-no, bolso Coach
Pareciendo mitad negra y filipina, sin fingir nada
Te conseguí un beeper para que te sintieras importante
Rodeando tus pies en Joan & David y Charles Jourdan
Te mantengo paloma, pero amor
Sabes que estas putas me debilitan
Todos saben cómo va, B, y así me arrastro
He estado pecando desde que jugabas con Barbie y Ken y
No puedes cambiar el juego de un jugador en la novena entrada
El giro de la llanta cromada los mantiene sonriendo
Así que me meto bien adentro de ellos
Y les arrugo la cara como lino
Juego duro hasta que dicen "Dios
Él lo mantiene real, Jigga sigue duro."
Señor, ni te preocupes, mierda, nunca me resbalo
Negro, contrólate, lo que no ves es lo que obtienes
Armas ocultas, qué diablos sienten ustedes
Cuando ustedes, negros, se hacen los enfermos, todos podemos enfermarnos
Fox Brown (¿qué pasa?)
No hay negro como el que tengo
(Nadie puede follarte mejor)
Se acuesta con muchas pero me da mucho
(Te mantiene en diamantes y cueros)
Los amigos me dirán que debería dejarte en paz
Ja ja, ja ja, ja ja, ja ja
(Dile a las locas que encuentren un hombre propio
Un hombre propio, un hombre propio)
Ja, ja, cierto, cierto
Yo, no hay quien pare esto, sin mentira
Prometo ser monógamo, lo intento
Pero, amor, sabes que estas putas me debilitan
Todos saben cómo va, B, así que me mantengo profundo
¿Qué onda, cariño? Solo mantenme adornada con las serpientes más enfermas
Rollos de billetes y mierda, masajes de espalda en las bañeras francesas
Conquistando a esta perra, negro de esposa
Así que cuando vendas esa coca
Recuerda los días en que estabas en la ruina
Pero ahora tienes estilo y yo te crié, básicamente te hice
En un don, moviendo peso, heroína y mierda
Sabes que el coño es todo eso
Por eso consigo baguettes, 5 quilates y todo eso
De Dolce Gabbana a H Bendel, estoy sonando campanas
¿Entonces quién es el jugador? Todavía te mantengo en los caimanes más enfermos
Hecho a medida para que podamos recostarnos a la sombra recordando
En cómo follo lo mejor y mierda
Especialmente cuando estoy bebiendo Baileys
Me importa un carajo cómo te mueves con esas otras mamis
Conduzco el Z, comiendo gambas al ajillo con rocas más grandes que la vida
A la mierda esas putas de Reebok, hiciste saber quién era tu esposa
Te puse a presumir con suéteres Armani
Antes de esta mierda del rap, cuando andabas en cueros y Berettas de mierda
Y clases E con Mo en las gafas
Shows en Cali con todos los Ballys de gamuza con sabor
Ahora todos tus hombres están en tus Benzes
De alto nivel, juro que me estás matando, jugando dentro de mis vellos púbicos
Nunca me preocupo por esas otras chicas
Porque probaste quién era tu chica
Cuando gastabas a esa perra
Tomé un poco cuando estabas en el norte, tu comisaría sigue acumulándose
¿Cómo vives a lo grande en la isla?
Todas esas llamadas por cobrar me tienen molesto, pero cuando vuelvas a casa
Sabía que me iba a quedar con la mitad de esos cheques
Ahora estamos en ascenso
Tu mami de diamantes con los ojos rasgados
Sosteniendo este agarre, amartilló la En Glee-Kay y mierda
Ni de coña, veo la mitad de esa pasta
Te convertí en una estrella, conduciendo coches de cien mil dólares
No hay negro como el que tengo
(Nadie puede follarte mejor)
Se acuesta con muchas pero me da mucho
(Te mantiene en diamantes y cueros)
Los amigos me dirán que debería dejarte en paz
Ja ja, ja ja, ja ja, ja ja
(Dile a las locas que encuentren un hombre propio
Un hombre propio, un hombre propio)
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