Home Artists JAY-ZDead Presidents II

Dead Presidents II

By JAY-Z

1996

4:26

Official Music Video

Dead Presidents II by JAY-Z

Official Music Video

Dead Presidents II by JAY-Z

Lyrics & Translation

English

Presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me (Whose-)

Rock on, Roc-A-Fella y'all

The saga continues (What the fuck?)

Ah, who wanna bet us that we don't touch lettuce?

Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous, all the et ceteras

To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine

You feel the ambiance, y'all niggas just rhyme

By the ounce, dough accumulates like snow

We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show, you feel me?

Factions from the other side would love to kill me

Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat

Fuck 'em, they hate a nigga loving his life

In all possible ways, know the Feds is bugging my life

Hospital days, reflecting when my man laid up

On the uptown high block, he got his side sprayed up

I saw his life slipping, this is a minor setback

Yo, still in all we living, just dream about the get-back

That made him smile, though his eyes said, "Pray for me."

I'll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully

Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process

And I ain't got nothing but time

I had near brushes, not to mention

Three shots, close range, never touched me, divine intervention

Can't stop I, from drinking Mai-Tais, with Ty-Ty

Down in Nevada, ha ha, poppa, word life

I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight

Partner, I'm still spending money from '88, what?

Presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me (Whose)

Geyeah, know what?

I'll make, you and your wack mans fold like bad hands

Roll like Monopoly, advance

You're copping me like white crystal

I gross the most at the end of the fiscal year than these niggas can wish to

The dead presidential candidate

With the sprinkles and the Presidential, ice that'll offend you

In due time when crime flees my mind

All sneak thieves and player haters can shine

But until then, I keep the trilliant cut diamonds shining brilliant

I'll tell you half the story; the rest, you fill it in

Long as the villain win

I spend Japan yen, attend major events

Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is biting

J-A-Y hyphen, controlling, manipulating

I got a good life, man, pounds and pence

'Nough dollars make sense, while you ride the bench

Catch me swinging for the fence

Dead presidents, ya know? Uh-huh

Dead fucking presidents to represent me (Whose)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me (Whose)

Ha ha, yeah (Ha ha) yeah, so be it

The Soviet, the Unified steady flow

You already know: you light, I'm heavy, roll heavy dough

Mic-macheted your flow

Your paper falls slow like confetti, mine's a steady grow, perico

Pay 580 for blow, better believe I have 1160 to show

My dough flip like Tae-Kwon

Jay-Z the icon, baby, you like Dom?

Maybe this Cristals'll change your life, huh? Roll with the winners

Heavy spinners like hit records: Roc-A-Fella

Don't get it corrected, this shit is perfected

From chips to chicks to stripping a Lexus

Naked without your gun, we taking everything you brung

We caking, you niggas is faking, we getting it done

Crime family, well-connected, Jay-Z

And you, fake thugs is unplugged like MTV

I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure

Dead presidentials, politics as usual—blaow!

Dead fucking presidents to represent me (Whose)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me (Whose)

English

Presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me (Whose-)

Rock on, Roc-A-Fella y'all

The saga continues (What the fuck?)

Ah, who wanna bet us that we don't touch lettuce?

Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous, all the et ceteras

To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine

You feel the ambiance, y'all niggas just rhyme

By the ounce, dough accumulates like snow

We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show, you feel me?

Factions from the other side would love to kill me

Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat

Fuck 'em, they hate a nigga loving his life

In all possible ways, know the Feds is bugging my life

Hospital days, reflecting when my man laid up

On the uptown high block, he got his side sprayed up

I saw his life slipping, this is a minor setback

Yo, still in all we living, just dream about the get-back

That made him smile, though his eyes said, "Pray for me."

I'll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully

Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process

And I ain't got nothing but time

I had near brushes, not to mention

Three shots, close range, never touched me, divine intervention

Can't stop I, from drinking Mai-Tais, with Ty-Ty

Down in Nevada, ha ha, poppa, word life

I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight

Partner, I'm still spending money from '88, what?

Presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me (Whose)

Geyeah, know what?

I'll make, you and your wack mans fold like bad hands

Roll like Monopoly, advance

You're copping me like white crystal

I gross the most at the end of the fiscal year than these niggas can wish to

The dead presidential candidate

With the sprinkles and the Presidential, ice that'll offend you

In due time when crime flees my mind

All sneak thieves and player haters can shine

But until then, I keep the trilliant cut diamonds shining brilliant

I'll tell you half the story; the rest, you fill it in

Long as the villain win

I spend Japan yen, attend major events

Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is biting

J-A-Y hyphen, controlling, manipulating

I got a good life, man, pounds and pence

'Nough dollars make sense, while you ride the bench

Catch me swinging for the fence

Dead presidents, ya know? Uh-huh

Dead fucking presidents to represent me (Whose)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me (Whose)

Ha ha, yeah (Ha ha) yeah, so be it

The Soviet, the Unified steady flow

You already know: you light, I'm heavy, roll heavy dough

Mic-macheted your flow

Your paper falls slow like confetti, mine's a steady grow, perico

Pay 580 for blow, better believe I have 1160 to show

My dough flip like Tae-Kwon

Jay-Z the icon, baby, you like Dom?

Maybe this Cristals'll change your life, huh? Roll with the winners

Heavy spinners like hit records: Roc-A-Fella

Don't get it corrected, this shit is perfected

From chips to chicks to stripping a Lexus

Naked without your gun, we taking everything you brung

We caking, you niggas is faking, we getting it done

Crime family, well-connected, Jay-Z

And you, fake thugs is unplugged like MTV

I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure

Dead presidentials, politics as usual—blaow!

Dead fucking presidents to represent me (Whose)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me (Whose)

Spanish

Translated by LyricVerse Team

Presidentes que me representen (¡Consigue dinero!)

Busco presidentes que me representen (¡Consigue dinero!)

Busco presidentes jodidamente muertos que me representen (De quién-)

Sigan así, Roc-A-Fella, todos ustedes

La saga continúa (¿Qué carajo?)

Ah, ¿quién quiere apostarnos que no tocamos lechuga?

Apilar quesos para siempre, vivir traicioneramente, todos los etcétera

Hasta nuestra muerte, yo y mis confidentes, brillamos

Sientes el ambiente, ustedes solo riman

Por onza, la masa se acumula como nieve

No solo brillamos, iluminamos todo el espectáculo, ¿me entiendes?

Facciones del otro lado querrían matarme

Derramar tres cuartos de mi sangre en la calle, ni hablar del calor

Que se jodan, odian a un negro que ama su vida

De todas las formas posibles, sé que los Federales están espiando mi vida

Días de hospital, recordando cuando mi amigo estaba postrado

En el bloque alto de la ciudad, le rociaron el costado

Vi su vida escaparse, esto es un pequeño contratiempo

Yo, aún así estamos viviendo, solo soñamos con la venganza

Eso lo hizo sonreír, aunque sus ojos decían: "Reza por mí."

Haré algo mejor y mataré a estos negros fielmente

El asesinato es algo difícil de digerir, es un proceso lento

Y no tengo nada más que tiempo

Tuve roces cercanos, sin mencionar

Tres disparos, a quemarropa, nunca me tocaron, intervención divina

No pueden detenerme, de beber Mai-Tais, con Ty-Ty

Abajo en Nevada, ja ja, papá, palabra de vida

Me metí en cosas pesadas sin rap, era muy directo

Socio, todavía estoy gastando dinero del '88, ¿qué?

Presidentes que me representen (¡Consigue dinero!)

Busco presidentes que me representen (¡Consigue dinero!)

Busco presidentes jodidamente muertos que me representen (De quién)

Sí, ¿sabes qué?

Haré que tú y tus hombres malos se plieguen como malas manos

Rodar como Monopoly, avanzar

Me estás copiando como cristal blanco

Gano lo máximo al final del año fiscal que estos negros pueden desear

El candidato presidencial muerto

Con las chispas y el Presidencial, hielo que te ofenderá

A su debido tiempo, cuando el crimen huya de mi mente

Todos los ladrones sigilosos y los que odian a los jugadores pueden brillar

Pero hasta entonces, mantengo los diamantes de corte trillante brillando de forma brillante

Te contaré la mitad de la historia; el resto, lo rellenas tú

Mientras el villano gane

Gasto yenes japoneses, asisto a eventos importantes

Atrápame en los garitos, convencido de que mis iguanas están mordiendo

J-A-Y guion, controlando, manipulando

Tengo una buena vida, hombre, libras y peniques

Suficientes dólares tienen sentido, mientras tú calientas el banquillo

Atrápame bateando para el jonrón

Presidentes muertos, ¿sabes? Ajá

Presidentes jodidamente muertos que me representen (De quién)

Busco presidentes que me representen (¡Consigue dinero!)

Busco presidentes jodidamente muertos que me representen (De quién)

Ja ja, sí (Ja ja) sí, que así sea

El Soviético, el flujo constante Unificado

Ya lo sabes: tú ligero, yo pesado, hago mucho dinero

Macheteé tu flow con el micrófono

Tu dinero cae lento como confeti, el mío crece constantemente, perico

Paga 580 por droga, mejor cree que tengo 1160 para mostrar

Mi dinero se voltea como Tae-Kwon

Jay-Z el ícono, nena, ¿te gusta el Dom?

Quizás este Cristal te cambie la vida, ¿eh? Rueda con los ganadores

Grandes éxitos como discos de éxito: Roc-A-Fella

No lo corrijas, esta mierda está perfeccionada

De fichas a chicas a desmantelar un Lexus

Desnudo sin tu arma, nos llevamos todo lo que trajiste

Estamos haciendo dinero, ustedes negros están fingiendo, nosotros lo estamos logrando

Familia criminal, bien conectado, Jay-Z

Y ustedes, matones falsos, están desconectados como MTV

Vacío tres, tomo tu tesoro, mi placer

Presidenciales muertos, política como siempre—¡blaow!

Presidentes jodidamente muertos que me representen (De quién)

Busco presidentes que me representen (¡Consigue dinero!)

Busco presidentes jodidamente muertos que me representen (De quién)

Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.

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Spanish translation of Dead Presidents II by JAY-Z