Official Music Video
Intro - Hand It Down by JAY-Z
Lyrics & Translation
English
Sorry boys
But all the money in the world couldn't bring me back again
Lay down, lay down
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funeral Home on Marcy
Always knew I'd make a stop there
But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, well, maybe not the last
Bleek's gonna be a good rapper
New, improved Jay-Z I quit
I'm retiring, ain't enough money in this game to keep me around
Sorry Big, I tried, honest
Can't go with me on this ride though, I'm calling the shots
The bar's closing, where we going to for breakfast?
Roc-A-Fella y'all OK, I'm reloaded!
"Bringing the drama"
"Trying to come up in the game" "Marcy"
"Add a couple of dollar signs to my name" "Roc-A-Fella y'all"
"One of the best!"
"Waiting for my day to come"
"Just give me the word"
Nah this ain't Jigga, it's your little nigga Bleek
Reporting to these motherfuckers live from the street
Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes
Peep the steez, I represent for all those
With 28 grams, on a come-up trying to creep the keys
Large niggas told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a hood rat and creep to Mickey D's
First gun two bullets, niggas know I do pull it
Niggas trying to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJs
Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my ring finger
You find a bitch that owe me cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, that's why I pack the
Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense, who wants it?
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm trying to come up on y'all, get one up on y'all
That's why I hustle in these streets from sundown to sunup on y'all
Mama said keep bullshitting they'll kill you dead
One week of this hustling brought a living room set
Went to Tom D's, niggas mad, veins out
Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out
Flashy, fly little nigga
Nosy bitch from the third floor like "Why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the trees
Took a long pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's like cancer
And I'm serious
"Waiting for my day to come"
"Just give me the word"
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Intro - Hand It Down by JAY-Z
Intro - Hand It Down* (original JAY-Z)
Sorry boys
But all the money in the world couldn't bring me back again
Lay down, lay down
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funeral Home on Marcy
Always knew I'd make a stop there
But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, well, maybe not the last
Bleek's gonna be a good rapper
New, improved Jay-Z I quit
I'm retiring, ain't enough money in this game to keep me around
Sorry Big, I tried, honest
Can't go with me on this ride though, I'm calling the shots
The bar's closing, where we going to for breakfast?
Roc-A-Fella y'all OK, I'm reloaded!
"Bringing the drama"
"Trying to come up in the game" "Marcy"
"Add a couple of dollar signs to my name" "Roc-A-Fella y'all"
"One of the best!"
"Waiting for my day to come"
"Just give me the word"
Nah this ain't Jigga, it's your little nigga Bleek
Reporting to these motherfuckers live from the street
Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes
Peep the steez, I represent for all those
With 28 grams, on a come-up trying to creep the keys
Large niggas told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a hood rat and creep to Mickey D's
First gun two bullets, niggas know I do pull it
Niggas trying to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJs
Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my ring finger
You find a bitch that owe me cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, that's why I pack the
Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense, who wants it?
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm trying to come up on y'all, get one up on y'all
That's why I hustle in these streets from sundown to sunup on y'all
Mama said keep bullshitting they'll kill you dead
One week of this hustling brought a living room set
Went to Tom D's, niggas mad, veins out
Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out
Flashy, fly little nigga
Nosy bitch from the third floor like "Why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the trees
Took a long pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's like cancer
And I'm serious
"Waiting for my day to come"
"Just give me the word"
Intro - Hand It Down (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Lo siento, chicos
Pero todo el dinero del mundo no podría traerme de vuelta
Acuéstate, acuéstate
Voy a estirar mi micrófono en la Funeraria Ponce en Marcy
Siempre supe que haría una parada allí
Pero mucho más tarde de lo que pensaba mucha gente
El último de los verdaderos buscavidas, bueno, quizás no el último
Bleek va a ser un buen rapero
Nuevo, mejorado Jay-Z, renuncio
Me retiro, no hay suficiente dinero en este juego para mantenerme aquí
Lo siento Big, lo intenté, en serio
Pero no puedes ir conmigo en este viaje, yo doy las órdenes
El bar cierra, ¿a dónde vamos a desayunar?
Roc-A-Fella, ¿están bien? ¡Estoy recargado!
"Trayendo el drama"
"Intentando ascender en el juego" "Marcy"
"Añadir un par de signos de dólar a mi nombre" "Roc-A-Fella, ustedes"
"¡Uno de los mejores!"
"Esperando que llegue mi día"
"Solo dame la señal"
Nah, este no es Jigga, es tu pequeño nigga Bleek
Reportando a estos hijos de puta en vivo desde la calle
Juego, los observé, mi mente tan avanzada
A los nueve solía estafar a chicas por ropa de Pascua
Observa el estilo, represento a todos aquellos
Con 28 gramos, en ascenso intentando mover las llaves
Grandes niggas me dijeron que aparcara el coche, que guardara las llaves
Encuentra una chica de barrio y escápate a Mickey D's
Primera pistola, dos balas, los niggas saben que la uso
Niggas intentando matarme, perro, ¿quién no lo haría?
Al diablo con Gooden, yo lanzo en los PJs
Colocado con el EJ, divido Dutchies con mi dedo anular
Si encuentras una perra que me debe dinero, tráela
Vista por última vez con Bing, lo dejaron caer entre nosotros
La mierda es constante, por eso llevo el
Johnson y Johnson para las tonterías, ¿quién lo quiere?
Me voy a dormir con una foto de un Porsche en mi pared
Hombre, estoy intentando superarlos a todos, sacarles ventaja a todos
Por eso me muevo en estas calles desde el anochecer hasta el amanecer por ustedes
Mamá dijo que si sigues con tonterías te matarán
Una semana de este ajetreo trajo un juego de sala
Fui a Tom D's, niggas enojados, venas saltadas
Compré las Jordan, dos semanas antes de que salieran
Llamativo, pequeño nigga con estilo
Perra entrometida del tercer piso como "¿Por qué, pequeño nigga?"
Por favor, perra, lía los porros
Di una calada larga, como perra para respirar
Esa es mi respuesta, la vida es como el cáncer
Y hablo en serio
"Esperando que llegue mi día"
"Solo dame la señal"
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