Official Music Video
Brooklyn's Finest by JAY-Z
Lyrics & Translation
English
OK, I'm reloaded!
You motherfuckers, think you big time?
Fucking with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time!
Here come the "Pain"!
Jigga (Jigga), Bigga (Bigga)
Nigga, how you figure (how you figure)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayo, peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (uh-huh)
The number one question is can the Feds get us (uh-huh)
I got vendettas in dice games against ass bettors (uh-huh)
And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas
Take that with ya
Hit ya, back split ya (uh)
Fuck fist fights and lame scuffles (uh)
Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle (woo)
Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle (mhm)
Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated
Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug-related (ha ha)
Most hated
Can't fade it (uh, what?)
While y'all pump Willie, I run up and stunt silly (uh-huh)
Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me (uh)
But on the con-trilli, I packs the MAC-milli
Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathing soft on him
"What's ya name?"
Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra (uh)
Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet
Trying to push 700s, they ain't made them yet
Rolex and bracelets is frostbit; rings too
Niggas 'round the way call me Igloo, stick who?
Motherfucker!
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn, going out for all
(Marcy) That's right, you don't stop
(Bed-Stuy) You won't stop (nigga!)
What, what, what?
Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
Brooklyn represent y'all, hit you fold
You crazy, think your little bit of rhymes can play me?
I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV
(Jigga) Jay-Z
Biggie baby! (uh!)
My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious
Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches
From 62s, Gemstars, my mom's dishes (uh)
Gram chopping, police van docking
Ds at my doors knocking (what?)
Keep rocking, yeah
No more mister nice guy, I twist your shit
The fuck back with the pistols blazing
Hot like Cajun (uh)
Hotter than even holding work at the Days Inn
With New York plates outside
Get up out of there! Fuck the ride!
Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper (uh!)
Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank White!
Need the keys to your InnKeeper (That's right)
Chill, homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me
You're holding more drugs than a pharmacy
You ain't harming me, so pardon me
Pass the safe, before I blaze the place
And here's six shots just in case
("Brooklyn Brooklyn Brooklyn")
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn going out to all
(Crown Heights) You don't stop
(Brownsville) You won't stop (nigga!)
("Brooklyn Brooklyn Brooklyn")
(Hah hah!) Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
(Where we from?) Brooklyn going out to all
(Bushwick) You don't stop
(Fort Greene) You won't stop (Niggas!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
For '9-6, the only MC with a flu
Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what you're trying to do
Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white her-on
Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms (um!)
Stay out my way from here on (Clear?) Gone! (uh!)
Me and Gutta had two spots
The 2-for-5 dollar hits, the blue tops (uh-huh)
Gotta go, Coolio mean it's getting Too Hot
If Fay' had twins, she'd probably have two Pacs (uh!)
Get it? Tu Pac's?
Uh, uh, uh
Time to separate the pros from the cons (and-uh)
The platinum from the bronze
That butter-soft shit from that leather on the Fonz (uh)
A S1 diamond from a I class don
A Chandon sipper from a Rosé nigga, huh?!
Brook-Nam, sipping on
Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather (uh!)
The M.A.F.I.A. keep cannons in they Marc Buchanans (uh!)
Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow
Tossing ya, mad slugs through your Nautica
I'm warning ya (Hah, what the fuck?)
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn going out to all
(Flatbush) You don't stop
(Red Hook) That's right, you won't stop (nigga!)
("Brooklyn Brooklyn Brooklyn")
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn going out to all
(East New York) You don't stop (Woo-ee!)
(Clinton Hill) You won't stop (nigga!)
("Brooklyn Brooklyn Brooklyn Brooklyn")
"Is Brooklyn in the house?"
Uh, Roc-A-Fella y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.A
Supermen clique
Brooklyn's Finest, you re-wind this
Representing BK to the fullest
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Brooklyn's Finest by JAY-Z
Brooklyn's Finest* (original JAY-Z)
OK, I'm reloaded!
You motherfuckers, think you big time?
Fucking with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time!
Here come the "Pain"!
Jigga (Jigga), Bigga (Bigga)
Nigga, how you figure (how you figure)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayo, peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (uh-huh)
The number one question is can the Feds get us (uh-huh)
I got vendettas in dice games against ass bettors (uh-huh)
And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas
Take that with ya
Hit ya, back split ya (uh)
Fuck fist fights and lame scuffles (uh)
Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle (woo)
Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle (mhm)
Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated
Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug-related (ha ha)
Most hated
Can't fade it (uh, what?)
While y'all pump Willie, I run up and stunt silly (uh-huh)
Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me (uh)
But on the con-trilli, I packs the MAC-milli
Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathing soft on him
"What's ya name?"
Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra (uh)
Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet
Trying to push 700s, they ain't made them yet
Rolex and bracelets is frostbit; rings too
Niggas 'round the way call me Igloo, stick who?
Motherfucker!
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn, going out for all
(Marcy) That's right, you don't stop
(Bed-Stuy) You won't stop (nigga!)
What, what, what?
Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
Brooklyn represent y'all, hit you fold
You crazy, think your little bit of rhymes can play me?
I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV
(Jigga) Jay-Z
Biggie baby! (uh!)
My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious
Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches
From 62s, Gemstars, my mom's dishes (uh)
Gram chopping, police van docking
Ds at my doors knocking (what?)
Keep rocking, yeah
No more mister nice guy, I twist your shit
The fuck back with the pistols blazing
Hot like Cajun (uh)
Hotter than even holding work at the Days Inn
With New York plates outside
Get up out of there! Fuck the ride!
Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper (uh!)
Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank White!
Need the keys to your InnKeeper (That's right)
Chill, homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me
You're holding more drugs than a pharmacy
You ain't harming me, so pardon me
Pass the safe, before I blaze the place
And here's six shots just in case
("Brooklyn Brooklyn Brooklyn")
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn going out to all
(Crown Heights) You don't stop
(Brownsville) You won't stop (nigga!)
("Brooklyn Brooklyn Brooklyn")
(Hah hah!) Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
(Where we from?) Brooklyn going out to all
(Bushwick) You don't stop
(Fort Greene) You won't stop (Niggas!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
For '9-6, the only MC with a flu
Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what you're trying to do
Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white her-on
Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms (um!)
Stay out my way from here on (Clear?) Gone! (uh!)
Me and Gutta had two spots
The 2-for-5 dollar hits, the blue tops (uh-huh)
Gotta go, Coolio mean it's getting Too Hot
If Fay' had twins, she'd probably have two Pacs (uh!)
Get it? Tu Pac's?
Uh, uh, uh
Time to separate the pros from the cons (and-uh)
The platinum from the bronze
That butter-soft shit from that leather on the Fonz (uh)
A S1 diamond from a I class don
A Chandon sipper from a Rosé nigga, huh?!
Brook-Nam, sipping on
Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather (uh!)
The M.A.F.I.A. keep cannons in they Marc Buchanans (uh!)
Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow
Tossing ya, mad slugs through your Nautica
I'm warning ya (Hah, what the fuck?)
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn going out to all
(Flatbush) You don't stop
(Red Hook) That's right, you won't stop (nigga!)
("Brooklyn Brooklyn Brooklyn")
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn going out to all
(East New York) You don't stop (Woo-ee!)
(Clinton Hill) You won't stop (nigga!)
("Brooklyn Brooklyn Brooklyn Brooklyn")
"Is Brooklyn in the house?"
Uh, Roc-A-Fella y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.A
Supermen clique
Brooklyn's Finest, you re-wind this
Representing BK to the fullest
Brooklyn's Finest (traducción LyricVerse Team)
¡OK, estoy recargado!
Ustedes, hijos de puta, ¿creen que son la gran cosa?
Jodiéndose con Jay-Z, van a morir, ¡a lo grande!
¡Aquí viene el "Dolor"!
Jigga (Jigga), Bigga (Bigga)
Negro, ¿cómo lo calculas (cómo lo calculas)?
Sí, sí, sí
Ayo, mira el estilo y cómo los policías nos acosan (uh-huh)
La pregunta número uno es si los Federales pueden atraparnos (uh-huh)
Tengo vendettas en juegos de dados contra apostadores de mierda (uh-huh)
Y negros que bombean ruedas y conducen Jettas
Llévate eso contigo
Te golpeo, te parto la espalda (uh)
A la mierda las peleas a puñetazos y las riñas patéticas (uh)
Funda de almohada en tu cara, haz que la bala se amortigüe (woo)
Dispara a tu hija en el músculo de la pantorrilla (mhm)
A la mierda una pelea, niquelado
Espolvorea coca en el suelo, haz que parezca relacionado con drogas (ja ja)
El más odiado
No puedes superarlo (uh, ¿qué?)
Mientras ustedes se la pasan de tontos, yo me acerco y hago tonterías (uh-huh)
Asustado, así que enviaste a tus pequeños hombres a matarme (uh)
Pero al contrario, yo llevo la MAC-milli
Le disparé, dejé a los paramédicos respirando suavemente sobre él
"¿Cómo te llamas?"
¿Quién te disparó? Lazos con la mafia como Sinatra (uh)
Peruanos intentaron acabar conmigo, aún no les he pagado
Intentando vender 700s, aún no los han fabricado
Rolex y pulseras están congelados; anillos también
Los negros de por aquí me llaman Igloo, ¿apuñalar a quién?
¡Hijo de puta!
Jay-Z y Biggie Smalls, negro, cágate en los pantalones
(¿De dónde eres?) Brooklyn, para todos
(Marcy) Así es, no te detienes
(Bed-Stuy) No te detendrás (¡negro!)
¿Qué, qué, qué?
Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, negro, cágate en los pantalones
Brooklyn los representa a todos, te golpea y te dobla
¿Estás loco, crees que tus pequeñas rimas pueden conmigo?
Soy de Marcy, soy de primera, tonto, tú eres de segunda
(Jigga) Jay-Z
¡Biggie, nena! (¡uh!)
Mi estilo de Bed-Stuy es malicioso, delicioso
A la mierda tres deseos, hice mi camino a las riquezas
De 62s, Gemstars, los platos de mi mamá (uh)
Cortando gramos, furgoneta de policía estacionando
Detectives en mis puertas tocando (¿qué?)
Sigue rockeando, sí
Se acabó el señor simpático, te jodo la vida
A la mierda de vuelta con las pistolas encendidas
Caliente como Cajun (uh)
Más caliente que incluso tener mercancía en el Days Inn
Con matrículas de Nueva York afuera
¡Sal de ahí! ¡A la mierda el viaje!
Mantén las manos en alto, la cosa se pone más difícil (¡uh!)
¡Aquí viene la Parca, Frank White!
Necesito las llaves de tu posadero (Así es)
Tranquilo, amigo, la perra en el Shoney's me dijo
Tienes más drogas que una farmacia
No me estás haciendo daño, así que perdóname
Pasa la caja fuerte, antes de que incendie el lugar
Y aquí hay seis disparos por si acaso
("Brooklyn Brooklyn Brooklyn")
Jay-Z y Biggie Smalls, negro, cágate en los pantalones
(¿De dónde eres?) Brooklyn para todos
(Crown Heights) No te detienes
(Brownsville) No te detendrás (¡negro!)
("Brooklyn Brooklyn Brooklyn")
(¡Ja ja!) Jay-Z y Biggie Smalls, negro, cágate en los pantalones
(¿De dónde somos?) Brooklyn para todos
(Bushwick) No te detienes
(Fort Greene) No te detendrás (¡Negros!)
Sí, sí, sí
Para el '96, el único MC con gripe
Sí, rimo enfermo, soy lo que intentas hacer
Hice una fortuna con Perú, extradición, heroína blanca china
Negro, por favor, como mangas cortas, llevo armas (¡um!)
Mantente fuera de mi camino de aquí en adelante (¿Claro?) ¡Fuera! (¡uh!)
Gutta y yo teníamos dos puntos
Los golpes de 2 por 5 dólares, las tapas azules (uh-huh)
Tengo que irme, Coolio significa que se está poniendo Demasiado Caliente
Si Fay' tuviera gemelos, probablemente tendría dos Pacs (¡uh!)
¿Entiendes? ¿Tus Pacs?
Uh, uh, uh
Es hora de separar los pros de los contras (y-uh)
El platino del bronce
Esa mierda suave como mantequilla de ese cuero del Fonz (uh)
Un diamante S1 de un don de clase I
Un bebedor de Chandon de un negro de Rosé, ¿eh?!
Brook-Nam, bebiendo
Cristal para siempre, juega en la cuna cuando hace tiempo de visón (¡uh!)
La M.A.F.I.A. guarda cañones en sus Marc Buchanans (¡uh!)
Usualmente cuatro cinco, la bala se hunde lento
Lanzándote, balas locas a través de tu Nautica
Te estoy advirtiendo (¡Ja, qué carajo?)
Jay-Z y Biggie Smalls, negro, cágate en los pantalones
(¿De dónde eres?) Brooklyn para todos
(Flatbush) No te detienes
(Red Hook) Así es, no te detendrás (¡negro!)
("Brooklyn Brooklyn Brooklyn")
Jay-Z y Biggie Smalls, negro, cágate en los pantalones
(¿De dónde eres?) Brooklyn para todos
(East New York) No te detienes (¡Woo-ee!)
(Clinton Hill) No te detendrás (¡negro!)
("Brooklyn Brooklyn Brooklyn Brooklyn")
"¿Está Brooklyn en la casa?"
Uh, Roc-A-Fella todos ustedes, Junior M.A.F.I.A
La pandilla de los Superhombres
Lo mejor de Brooklyn, rebobina esto
Representando a BK al máximo
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