Official Music Video
Nigga What, Nigga Who (Originator '99) by JAY-Z
Lyrics & Translation
English
Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah
Roc-A-Fella y'all, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga
Timbaland shit, nine-eight, bitch!
Say what, say what?
Uh-huh uh-huh, follow me bitch!
Nigga what, nigga who?
(Y'all niggas can't fuck with me)
Nigga what, (get ready yo) nigga who?
Switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit though
Switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit though
(Uh-huh uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em up numerous, shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots wanna talk to po-pos, smoke 'em like coco
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck that on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshit, Glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit
One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
See the nigga laying shocked when the fool hit
Oh hey ma, how you know niggas wanna buy you
But see me I wanna fuck for free like Akinyele
Take this ride, make you feel it inside your belly
If it's tight, get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side 'til you say, "Jay-Z, you're too much for me."
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfucking Z
Got a condo with nothing but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes invented
So all I do is rap and sex
Imagine how I stroke, see how I was flowing on my last cassette
Rapid-fire like I'm blasting a TEC, never jam though
Never get hot, never run out of ammo
Niggas hating and shit 'cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
And now you're acting raw but you never had war
Don't know how to carry your ho, wanna marry your ho
Now she's mad at me 'cause Your Majesty
Just happened to be a pimp—what a tragedy!
She want us to end, 'cause I fucked her friend
She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in
I said, "Shit, there's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!"
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfucking Z
Got a vendetta even though I been better
Left him in the cold with a thin sweater
Rap niggas on Prozac get the bozack
Niggas threw two at me, I threw four back, hold that
Let the dough stack
Way before Biggs had the gold Ac', Dame had the Lex black
Motherfuckers wanna test that, stress that
And right where you're stressed at, where you rest at
I suggest that niggas invest in a vest
When I come through with the Glock jet black
You niggas step back
I'm the best at, you know I ain't no apprentice to this
Me and my niggas we invented the shit
I came into the business with this
The Originator, none greater, Jaz-O finish this shit!
Better learn, Jaz'll relax that, ever heard of me?
Worldwide Originator say word to me
The population holler certainly
I burn a nigga like a third degree
See me shine so bright
Nigga, I'm my light, running ruling with rigor and vigor
Nobody bigger than me and my nigga Jigga
You fly-by-nights stop chirping B
Heavyweight's light work for me
For the time in this motherfucker ain't nobody hurting me
What, cut your face in like surgery
Who the fuck got a VS
Fucking BM's on the road
When you had to be in bed at the PM
Need the info, Jaz on the C-N-N
Forever touching my work is beginning, you're ending
Nigga your style's no style, my style's hostile
C'mon, faggot nigga, down to take the gun home
The O-RI-GI-NA-TOR
(can't fuck with it, can ya?!)
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfucking Z
Switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit though
Switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit though
Switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit though
Switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit though
Switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit though
Switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit though
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Nigga What, Nigga Who (Originator '99) by JAY-Z
Nigga What, Nigga Who (Originator '99)* (original JAY-Z)
Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah
Roc-A-Fella y'all, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga
Timbaland shit, nine-eight, bitch!
Say what, say what?
Uh-huh uh-huh, follow me bitch!
Nigga what, nigga who?
(Y'all niggas can't fuck with me)
Nigga what, (get ready yo) nigga who?
Switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit though
Switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit though
(Uh-huh uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em up numerous, shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots wanna talk to po-pos, smoke 'em like coco
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck that on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshit, Glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit
One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
See the nigga laying shocked when the fool hit
Oh hey ma, how you know niggas wanna buy you
But see me I wanna fuck for free like Akinyele
Take this ride, make you feel it inside your belly
If it's tight, get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side 'til you say, "Jay-Z, you're too much for me."
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfucking Z
Got a condo with nothing but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes invented
So all I do is rap and sex
Imagine how I stroke, see how I was flowing on my last cassette
Rapid-fire like I'm blasting a TEC, never jam though
Never get hot, never run out of ammo
Niggas hating and shit 'cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
And now you're acting raw but you never had war
Don't know how to carry your ho, wanna marry your ho
Now she's mad at me 'cause Your Majesty
Just happened to be a pimp—what a tragedy!
She want us to end, 'cause I fucked her friend
She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in
I said, "Shit, there's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!"
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfucking Z
Got a vendetta even though I been better
Left him in the cold with a thin sweater
Rap niggas on Prozac get the bozack
Niggas threw two at me, I threw four back, hold that
Let the dough stack
Way before Biggs had the gold Ac', Dame had the Lex black
Motherfuckers wanna test that, stress that
And right where you're stressed at, where you rest at
I suggest that niggas invest in a vest
When I come through with the Glock jet black
You niggas step back
I'm the best at, you know I ain't no apprentice to this
Me and my niggas we invented the shit
I came into the business with this
The Originator, none greater, Jaz-O finish this shit!
Better learn, Jaz'll relax that, ever heard of me?
Worldwide Originator say word to me
The population holler certainly
I burn a nigga like a third degree
See me shine so bright
Nigga, I'm my light, running ruling with rigor and vigor
Nobody bigger than me and my nigga Jigga
You fly-by-nights stop chirping B
Heavyweight's light work for me
For the time in this motherfucker ain't nobody hurting me
What, cut your face in like surgery
Who the fuck got a VS
Fucking BM's on the road
When you had to be in bed at the PM
Need the info, Jaz on the C-N-N
Forever touching my work is beginning, you're ending
Nigga your style's no style, my style's hostile
C'mon, faggot nigga, down to take the gun home
The O-RI-GI-NA-TOR
(can't fuck with it, can ya?!)
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfucking Z
Switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit though
Switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit though
Switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit though
Switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit though
Switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit though
Switch your flow, get your dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-A-Fella shit though
Nigga What, Nigga Who (Originator '99) (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah
Roc-A-Fella ustedes, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga
Mierda de Timbaland, noventa y ocho, ¡puta!
¿Qué dices, qué dices?
Uh-huh uh-huh, ¡sígueme, puta!
¿Negro qué, negro quién?
(Ustedes, negros, no pueden joderme)
¿Negro qué, (prepárense, yo) negro quién?
Cambia tu estilo, consigue tu pasta
Pero no pueden joder con esta mierda de Roc-A-Fella
Cambia tu estilo, consigue tu pasta
Pero no pueden joder con esta mierda de Roc-A-Fella
(Uh-huh uh-huh, sí, sí)
Hijos de puta quieren hacerse los locos
Dispararles numerosas, balas con la .44
Maricones quieren hablar con la policía, fumarlos como coca
A la mierda el rap, coca por montones
A la mierda eso al pasar, arma en alto, un ojo cerrado
Dejé agujeros en la ropa de un tipo
Deja tus tonterías, Glock con el cargador lleno
Más les vale a los hijos de puta agacharse cuando el tonto escupa
Un disparo podría hacer que un negro dé una vuelta completa
Ver al negro tirado en shock cuando el tonto golpea
Oh, hola, mami, ¿cómo sabes que los negros quieren comprarte?
Pero mira, yo quiero joder gratis como Akinyele
Toma este paseo, haz que lo sientas dentro de tu vientre
Si está apretado, consigue la gelatina K-Y
Toda la noche te ensancho dentro del hotel
De lado a lado hasta que digas, "Jay-Z, eres demasiado para mí."
¿Negro qué?) Te hace pensar que puedes joderme
(¿Negro quién?) Reconoce, chica, Jay a la Z
(¿Negro qué?) Te hace pensar que puedes joderme
(¿Negro quién?) Reconoce, chica, Jay a la Z
(¿Negro qué?) Te hace pensar que puedes joderme
(¿Negro quién?) Reconoce, chica, Jay a la Z
(¿Negro qué?) Te hace pensar que puedes joderme
(¿Negro quién?) Reconoce, puta, Jay a la jodida Z
Tengo un condominio con nada más que condones
El mismo lugar donde se inventaron las rimas
Así que todo lo que hago es rapear y follar
Imagina cómo acaricio, mira cómo fluía en mi último cassette
Fuego rápido como si estuviera disparando una TEC, aunque nunca se atasca
Nunca se calienta, nunca se queda sin munición
Negros odiando y mierda porque me tiré a tu puta
Sabes que es tu favorita, sé que te enfermó
Y ahora actúas rudo pero nunca tuviste guerra
No sabes cómo llevar a tu puta, quieres casarte con tu puta
Ahora está enojada conmigo porque Su Majestad
Resultó ser un proxeneta—¡qué tragedia!
Ella quiere que terminemos, porque me tiré a su amiga
Me dio una oportunidad más y me la tiré de nuevo
Vi sus lágrimas mientras irrumpía
Dije, "¡Mierda, hay una corriente, cierra la puerta, puta, y entra!"
(¿Negro qué?) Te hace pensar que puedes joderme
(¿Negro quién?) Reconoce, puta, Jay a la Z
(¿Negro qué?) Te hace pensar que puedes joderme
(¿Negro quién?) Reconoce, chica, Jay a la Z
(¿Negro qué?) Te hace pensar que puedes joderme
(¿Negro quién?) Reconoce, chica, Jay a la Z
(¿Negro qué?) Te hace pensar que puedes joderme
(¿Negro quién?) Reconoce, puta, Jay a la jodida Z
Tengo una vendetta aunque he sido mejor
Lo dejé en el frío con un suéter delgado
Negros raperos con Prozac que se jodan
Negros me lanzaron dos, yo les lancé cuatro de vuelta, aguanta eso
Deja que la pasta se acumule
Mucho antes de que Biggs tuviera el Acura dorado, Dame tenía el Lex negro
Hijos de puta quieren probar eso, estresar eso
Y justo donde estás estresado, donde descansas
Sugiero que los negros inviertan en un chaleco
Cuando llego con la Glock negra azabache
Ustedes, negros, retrocedan
Soy el mejor en esto, sabes que no soy un aprendiz
Mis negros y yo inventamos esta mierda
Entré al negocio con esto
¡El Originador, nadie mejor, Jaz-O termina esta mierda!
Mejor aprende, Jaz lo relajará, ¿alguna vez oíste hablar de mí?
Originador Mundial, créeme
La población grita ciertamente
Quemo a un negro como una quemadura de tercer grado
Mírame brillar tan fuerte
Negro, soy mi luz, gobernando con rigor y vigor
Nadie más grande que yo y mi negro Jigga
Ustedes, advenedizos, dejen de piar, B
El peso pesado es trabajo ligero para mí
Por el momento en este hijo de puta nadie me está haciendo daño
Qué, te corto la cara como cirugía
¿Quién carajo tiene un VS
Jodiendo a las madres de mis hijos en la carretera
Cuando tenías que estar en la cama por la tarde
Necesito la información, Jaz en la C-N-N
Siempre tocando mi trabajo está empezando, tú estás terminando
Negro, tu estilo's no estilo, mi estilo's hostil
Vamos, negro maricón, dispuesto a llevar el arma a casa
El O-RI-GI-NA-DOR
(¡no puedes joder con eso, ¿verdad?!)
(¿Negro qué?) Te hace pensar que puedes joderme
(¿Negro quién?) Reconoce, puta, Jay a la Z
(¿Negro qué?) Te hace pensar que puedes joderme
(¿Negro quién?) Reconoce, puta, Jay a la Z
(¿Negro qué?) Te hace pensar que puedes joderme
(¿Negro quién?) Reconoce, puta, Jay a la Z
(¿Negro qué?) Te hace pensar que puedes joderme
(¿Negro quién?) Reconoce, puta, Jay a la jodida Z
Cambia tu estilo, consigue tu pasta
Pero no pueden joder con esta mierda de Roc-A-Fella
Cambia tu estilo, consigue tu pasta
Pero no pueden joder con esta mierda de Roc-A-Fella
Cambia tu estilo, consigue tu pasta
Pero no pueden joder con esta mierda de Roc-A-Fella
Cambia tu estilo, consigue tu pasta
Pero no pueden joder con esta mierda de Roc-A-Fella
Cambia tu estilo, consigue tu pasta
Pero no pueden joder con esta mierda de Roc-A-Fella
Cambia tu estilo, consigue tu pasta
Pero no pueden joder con esta mierda de Roc-A-Fella
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