Official Music Video
Cashmere Thoughts by JAY-Z
Lyrics & Translation
English
Hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah
What it is player?
(You player, it's all about you
How you gon' say that man)
If I had your hand I'd turn mine in
(Far as I'm concerned, if I had your hand, I cut mines off)
Hah man, you know man, I'm just dealing that hoe money
You know hoe money is slow money but it's sure money
(Check this out man, you run up on your bitches
This is what you tell 'em
Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot
Stick they arm in a car window, drop it like it's hot)
Uh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds: all cherry
Like a hymen, when I'm rhyming with remarkable timing
Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen
Spitting venom up in the minds of young women
Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar
Might you remember, my shit is cold like December
Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere
Chromosomes make a nigga Jigga – Jay-Z, lethal drugs
18-carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets
Words worth a million like I'm rapping them through platinum teeth
I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned
'Cause all beef return well done filet mignon
The Don, smell of Dom on my breath as I
Yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro
As if you didn't know, Jay's about getting dough
Spitting flow like fine wine down your earlobe
I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol
Honeys hum in melody when I rub it like crystal
The proper etiquette, when I drop the subject verb
Then the predicate, with this rich nigga rhetoric
I'm solid gold, I rap like a mink stole
I stick pearl tongues your world'll never know
From New York to Paris, the vocal style vary
From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, Now
Notice the child swift like a Lotus
Focus on the loc', I be the greatest nigga that wrote it
Return of the Jedi, from Rio De Janeiro on the red eye
Yet I still feel the need to be fly
I did die when I'm rapping then slide like satin
You know the black I white china in the brain cabinet
I never cry if I did I'd cry ice
From my nigga Sauce, I hit you with this advice
Life's short, so play hard and stick hard
And the only time you love them is when your dick hard
Whoooh! (That's cashmere baby)
Nah, you know, that's just laid back man
(Man, shit, J to the A to the Y to the Z)
Cashmere baby
(Motherfucking pimp that's what he be)
Cashmere baby
(It don't get no hotter than that baby)
Sure you're right, sure you're right
(Them niggas know)
Check it out, check it out
Ghetto's Errol Flynn, hot like heroin
Young pimps is sterile when I pimp through your borough and
I gotta keep your tricks intact
'Cause I walk like a p-iy-imp, talk like a mack, man
The star player, the golden bar layer
The sweet Ms. Fine Thing puh-layah, sure you're right
I'm game tight, so why should it change tonight?
Go tell your peeps dog I'm lethal until it ain't right
I pimp hard on a trick: look
Fuck if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Cashmere Thoughts by JAY-Z
Cashmere Thoughts* (original JAY-Z)
Hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah
What it is player?
(You player, it's all about you
How you gon' say that man)
If I had your hand I'd turn mine in
(Far as I'm concerned, if I had your hand, I cut mines off)
Hah man, you know man, I'm just dealing that hoe money
You know hoe money is slow money but it's sure money
(Check this out man, you run up on your bitches
This is what you tell 'em
Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot
Stick they arm in a car window, drop it like it's hot)
Uh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds: all cherry
Like a hymen, when I'm rhyming with remarkable timing
Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen
Spitting venom up in the minds of young women
Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar
Might you remember, my shit is cold like December
Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere
Chromosomes make a nigga Jigga – Jay-Z, lethal drugs
18-carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets
Words worth a million like I'm rapping them through platinum teeth
I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned
'Cause all beef return well done filet mignon
The Don, smell of Dom on my breath as I
Yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro
As if you didn't know, Jay's about getting dough
Spitting flow like fine wine down your earlobe
I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol
Honeys hum in melody when I rub it like crystal
The proper etiquette, when I drop the subject verb
Then the predicate, with this rich nigga rhetoric
I'm solid gold, I rap like a mink stole
I stick pearl tongues your world'll never know
From New York to Paris, the vocal style vary
From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, Now
Notice the child swift like a Lotus
Focus on the loc', I be the greatest nigga that wrote it
Return of the Jedi, from Rio De Janeiro on the red eye
Yet I still feel the need to be fly
I did die when I'm rapping then slide like satin
You know the black I white china in the brain cabinet
I never cry if I did I'd cry ice
From my nigga Sauce, I hit you with this advice
Life's short, so play hard and stick hard
And the only time you love them is when your dick hard
Whoooh! (That's cashmere baby)
Nah, you know, that's just laid back man
(Man, shit, J to the A to the Y to the Z)
Cashmere baby
(Motherfucking pimp that's what he be)
Cashmere baby
(It don't get no hotter than that baby)
Sure you're right, sure you're right
(Them niggas know)
Check it out, check it out
Ghetto's Errol Flynn, hot like heroin
Young pimps is sterile when I pimp through your borough and
I gotta keep your tricks intact
'Cause I walk like a p-iy-imp, talk like a mack, man
The star player, the golden bar layer
The sweet Ms. Fine Thing puh-layah, sure you're right
I'm game tight, so why should it change tonight?
Go tell your peeps dog I'm lethal until it ain't right
I pimp hard on a trick: look
Fuck if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot
Cashmere Thoughts (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Ja, ja, ja, ja, sí, sí
¿Qué pasa, jugador?
(Tú, jugador, todo se trata de ti
¿Cómo vas a decir eso, hombre?)
Si tuviera tu mano, entregaría la mía
(Por lo que a mí respecta, si tuviera tu mano, me cortaría la mía)
Ja, hombre, sabes, hombre, solo estoy manejando ese dinero de putas
Sabes que el dinero de putas es dinero lento pero es dinero seguro
(Mira esto, hombre, te acercas a tus perras
Esto es lo que les dices
Que metan las manos en sus bragas, agarren ese nudo
Que metan el brazo por la ventanilla del coche, que lo suelten como si quemara)
Uh, hablo joyas y escupo diamantes: todo cereza
Como un himen, cuando rimo con un ritmo notable
Caviar y sueños de seda, mi voz es lino
Escupiendo veneno en las mentes de mujeres jóvenes
Pensamientos de visón para pensar pensamientos similares
Quizás recuerdes, mi mierda es fría como diciembre
Más suave que alfombras persas, el cachemir
Los cromosomas hacen a un negro Jigga – Jay-Z, drogas letales
Pluma de oro de 18 quilates, cuando toca las sábanas
Palabras que valen un millón como si las rapeara con dientes de platino
Tengo el Grey Poupon, ya estás advertido
Porque toda la carne regresa como un filete mignon bien hecho
El Don, olor a Dom en mi aliento mientras yo
Bostezo, (lento) cuando ustedes, putas, intentan estafar a un profesional
Como si no lo supieras, Jay se trata de conseguir dinero
Escupiendo un flow como vino fino por tu lóbulo
Soy suave pero letal como una pistola con mango de perla
Las nenas tararean en melodía cuando lo froto como cristal
La etiqueta adecuada, cuando suelto el sujeto verbo
Luego el predicado, con esta retórica de negro rico
Soy oro macizo, rapeo como una estola de visón
Pego lenguas de perla que tu mundo nunca conocerá
De Nueva York a París, el estilo vocal varía
De agradable a mortal como una mala bolsa de D, Ahora
Observa al niño veloz como un Lotus
Concéntrate en el loc', soy el negro más grande que lo escribió
El retorno del Jedi, desde Río de Janeiro en el vuelo nocturno
Sin embargo, todavía siento la necesidad de ser genial
Morí cuando rapeo y luego me deslizo como satén
Conoces la porcelana blanca y negra en el gabinete del cerebro
Nunca lloro, si lo hiciera, lloraría hielo
De mi negro Sauce, te doy este consejo
La vida es corta, así que juega duro y sé firme
Y la única vez que los amas es cuando tu polla está dura
¡Whoooh! (Eso es cachemir, nena)
Nah, sabes, eso es simplemente relajado, hombre
(Hombre, mierda, J a la A a la Y a la Z)
Cachemir, nena
(Puto proxeneta, eso es lo que es)
Cachemir, nena
(No hay nada más caliente que eso, nena)
Claro que tienes razón, claro que tienes razón
(Esos negros saben)
Míralo, míralo
El Errol Flynn del gueto, caliente como la heroína
Los proxenetas jóvenes son estériles cuando yo proxeneteo por tu barrio y
Tengo que mantener tus trucos intactos
Porque camino como un pr-ox-eneta, hablo como un chulo, hombre
El jugador estrella, el que pone la barra de oro
La dulce Srta. Cosa Fina, jugadora, claro que tienes razón
Estoy bien en el juego, ¿por qué debería cambiar esta noche?
Ve y dile a tu gente, perro, que soy letal hasta que no esté bien
Proxeneteo duro a una puta: mira
A la mierda si tu pierna está rota, perra, salta con tu pie bueno
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