Official Music Video
Face Off by JAY-Z
Lyrics & Translation
English
Sauce motherfucking, Jigga, Jigga, feel this
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
Yeah, get ya ones up (put ya guns up) it's on
Ladies know that when the sun's up I'm gone
Fuck them bitches though, digits though
Fuck, now if I bring it niggas know what
All black gat with the mack out
I take shorty to the rest blow her back out
Sun dress undress (throw her back out) bitch
(In and out like a crack house) Keep it moving
Face off with the .38 scraped off
Keep shorty laced caked off, off an 8-ball
Know your place
Sauce scorch when ya least expect it, yeast infected
You don't imitate bitches (Piece protected)
So I hear you hate bitches? Love the dough
(Ya flow irritate niggas) Fuck them though, it's all out
Have a fall out, I'll fucked ya girl
On top now we call out fuck the world
Face off!
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
I apologize ladies, I'm loving ya right
You must be used to me tricking but we fucking tonight
(No wine no dine) no wheeling the whip
All night long just feeling the dick beitch
(Sauce motherfucking slaying I'm saying with no delaying)
(Can you beat that? I eat that) you just playing
Nigga you never know what a chick could do
(Pull the trigger too) check the shit Jigga do
(My crew) macking the same bitch (I do)
(Back plans stack grands) daddy like I you
(Love them hoes, Jigga?) Ha, how that sound?
Women start to fall we all bat around
Let my whole team hit it (scatter 'round)
You never seen with it (pat 'em down)
Check for cream in it (these riches)
Got nothing to do with these bitches
Nothing y'all can do to stop these digits
Face off!
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
(Can I touch that?) What's that? Leave it for dead
Keep ya arm over ya face my nigga (keep ya head)
Keep a mind to survive if ya sleep ya dead
Stay fly 'til ya die nigga deep with prayer
With each word ya say I guess the beef is dead
Ladies and gentlemen (like impeach the Prez)
Val-Kilmer-style nigga draw heat with Feds
Broad day like De Niro shoot all day
I'm the man fucking the tracks and you just foreplay
Get a hit I, I come through, blow up, you spit out
What up? Keep it cocked faithfully like salop
With one in the drop don't get hit up
(I be the 4-5th flamer) and (hoes bitch shamer) what!
Clap cats, a snitch'll give ya whole click name up
Look I done came up (and) tore a whole game up (right)
Meet me in the square with one in the chamber
The face off, nigga
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Put ya guns up (in the air) if ya feel me
Fuck 'em all day (fuck 'em all night)
We don't love these hoes
This goes out... put ya guns up in the air
If ya feel me
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
Yeah!
This goes out (to my Brooklyn crew)
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Face Off by JAY-Z
Face Off* (original JAY-Z)
Sauce motherfucking, Jigga, Jigga, feel this
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
Yeah, get ya ones up (put ya guns up) it's on
Ladies know that when the sun's up I'm gone
Fuck them bitches though, digits though
Fuck, now if I bring it niggas know what
All black gat with the mack out
I take shorty to the rest blow her back out
Sun dress undress (throw her back out) bitch
(In and out like a crack house) Keep it moving
Face off with the .38 scraped off
Keep shorty laced caked off, off an 8-ball
Know your place
Sauce scorch when ya least expect it, yeast infected
You don't imitate bitches (Piece protected)
So I hear you hate bitches? Love the dough
(Ya flow irritate niggas) Fuck them though, it's all out
Have a fall out, I'll fucked ya girl
On top now we call out fuck the world
Face off!
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
I apologize ladies, I'm loving ya right
You must be used to me tricking but we fucking tonight
(No wine no dine) no wheeling the whip
All night long just feeling the dick beitch
(Sauce motherfucking slaying I'm saying with no delaying)
(Can you beat that? I eat that) you just playing
Nigga you never know what a chick could do
(Pull the trigger too) check the shit Jigga do
(My crew) macking the same bitch (I do)
(Back plans stack grands) daddy like I you
(Love them hoes, Jigga?) Ha, how that sound?
Women start to fall we all bat around
Let my whole team hit it (scatter 'round)
You never seen with it (pat 'em down)
Check for cream in it (these riches)
Got nothing to do with these bitches
Nothing y'all can do to stop these digits
Face off!
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
(Can I touch that?) What's that? Leave it for dead
Keep ya arm over ya face my nigga (keep ya head)
Keep a mind to survive if ya sleep ya dead
Stay fly 'til ya die nigga deep with prayer
With each word ya say I guess the beef is dead
Ladies and gentlemen (like impeach the Prez)
Val-Kilmer-style nigga draw heat with Feds
Broad day like De Niro shoot all day
I'm the man fucking the tracks and you just foreplay
Get a hit I, I come through, blow up, you spit out
What up? Keep it cocked faithfully like salop
With one in the drop don't get hit up
(I be the 4-5th flamer) and (hoes bitch shamer) what!
Clap cats, a snitch'll give ya whole click name up
Look I done came up (and) tore a whole game up (right)
Meet me in the square with one in the chamber
The face off, nigga
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Put ya guns up (in the air) if ya feel me
Fuck 'em all day (fuck 'em all night)
We don't love these hoes
This goes out... put ya guns up in the air
If ya feel me
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
Yeah!
This goes out (to my Brooklyn crew)
Face Off (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Salsa jodida, Jigga, Jigga, siente esto
Esto va para mi crew de Brooklyn
Suban sus armas al aire si me sienten
(Si me sienten) Que se jodan todo el día, que se jodan toda la noche
No amamos a estas putas
Esto va para mi crew de Brooklyn
Suban sus armas al aire si me sienten
(Si me sienten) Que se jodan todo el día, que se jodan toda la noche
No amamos a estas putas
Sí, suban sus billetes (suban sus armas) esto está encendido
Las damas saben que cuando sale el sol me voy
Que se jodan esas perras, aunque sea por los dígitos
Joder, ahora si lo traigo los negros saben qué
Pistola toda negra con la Mack afuera
Llevo a la chica al resto, la reviento
Vestido de sol desvestir (reventarla) perra
(Entrando y saliendo como una casa de crack) Sigan moviéndose
Enfrentamiento con la .38 raspada
Mantén a la chica drogada, drogada, de una bola 8
Conoce tu lugar
Salsa que quema cuando menos lo esperas, infectada de levadura
No imitas a las perras (Pieza protegida)
¿Así que oigo que odias a las perras? Ama el dinero
(Tu flow irrita a los negros) Que se jodan, está todo fuera
Ten una pelea, me follé a tu chica
Ahora en la cima gritamos que se joda el mundo
¡Enfrentamiento!
Esto va para mi crew de Brooklyn
Suban sus armas al aire si me sienten
(Si me sienten) Que se jodan todo el día, que se jodan toda la noche
No amamos a estas putas
Esto va para mi crew de Brooklyn
Suban sus armas al aire si me sienten
(Si me sienten) Que se jodan todo el día, que se jodan toda la noche
No amamos a estas putas
Me disculpo, señoritas, las estoy amando bien
Deben estar acostumbradas a que las engañe, pero follamos esta noche
(Sin vino, sin cena) sin conducir el coche
Toda la noche solo sintiendo la polla, perra
(Salsa jodidamente matando, lo digo sin demora)
(¿Puedes superar eso? Yo me lo como) solo estás jugando
Negro, nunca sabes lo que una chica podría hacer
(También aprieta el gatillo) mira la mierda que hace Jigga
(Mi crew) ligando a la misma perra (yo también)
(Planes de respaldo, amontonar miles) papi como yo a ti
(¿Amas a esas putas, Jigga?) Ja, ¿cómo suena eso?
Las mujeres empiezan a caer, todos las pasamos
Deja que todo mi equipo la golpee (dispersarse)
Nunca la viste con eso (cachearlos)
Busca crema en ella (estas riquezas)
No tiene nada que ver con estas perras
Nada que puedan hacer para detener estos dígitos
¡Enfrentamiento!
Esto va para mi crew de Brooklyn
Suban sus armas al aire si me sienten
(Si me sienten) Que se jodan todo el día, que se jodan toda la noche
No amamos a estas putas
Esto va para mi crew de Brooklyn
Suban sus armas al aire si me sienten
(Si me sienten) Que se jodan todo el día, que se jodan toda la noche
No amamos a estas putas
(¿Puedo tocar eso?) ¿Qué es eso? Déjalo por muerto
Mantén tu brazo sobre tu cara, mi negro (mantén tu cabeza)
Ten en mente sobrevivir, si duermes estás muerto
Mantente volando hasta que mueras, negro, profundo en oración
Con cada palabra que dices, supongo que la bronca está muerta
Damas y caballeros (como destituir al Presidente)
Negro estilo Val-Kilmer, atrae el calor con los Federales
A plena luz del día como De Niro, dispara todo el día
Soy el hombre follando las pistas y tú solo el juego previo
Consigo un éxito, yo, yo aparezco, exploto, tú escupes
¿Qué pasa? Mantenla amartillada fielmente como salop
Con uno en la recámara, no te disparen
(Soy el lanzallamas 4-5) y (putas avergonzadoras de perras) ¡qué!
Disparen, cabrones, un soplón delatará a todo tu grupo
Mira, yo he subido (y) destrozado todo el juego (verdad)
Encuéntrame en la plaza con uno en la recámara
El enfrentamiento, negro
Esto va para mi crew de Brooklyn
Suban sus armas al aire si me sienten
(Si me sienten) Que se jodan todo el día, que se jodan toda la noche
No amamos a estas putas
Esto va para mi crew de Brooklyn
Suban sus armas al aire si me sienten
(Si me sienten) Que se jodan todo el día, que se jodan toda la noche
No amamos a estas putas
Esto va para mi crew de Brooklyn
Suban sus armas (al aire) si me sienten
Que se jodan todo el día (que se jodan toda la noche)
No amamos a estas putas
Esto va para... suban sus armas al aire
Si me sienten
Que se jodan todo el día, que se jodan toda la noche
No amamos a estas putas
¡Sí!
Esto va (para mi crew de Brooklyn)
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