Official Music Video
Reservoir Dogs by JAY-Z
Lyrics & Translation
English
Fuck -- shit is real right here
Roc-A-Fella, LOX, taking the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted
Yo, ayo, ayo, ayo
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it, like them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real like I'm looking for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bids
And walk the streets up in NY like I don't fucking care
If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children
But wanna ride mine like bitches when I walk up in the building
'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiing, while you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, flooding your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted looking at Biggie posted on my wall
Taking shots of Louie 'til I fall
Nutting to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, 'til I swear Big moved
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's costing
Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggas lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mack, I supply it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of 5's, a 6, a few Jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few weeks
In case niggas wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, test my aim?
Y'all niggas nuts, like testicles
Hit you up in your apartment building vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walking
Heat from the Larkin, keep on sparking
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparkling
Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawking
Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
Not trying to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct
Eating cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans
Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killing your pops
You feeling The LOX, nigga, why you grilling The LOX?
If this rap shit don't work niggas still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangsters don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper
I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag
You gon' try it, y'all niggas can't deny it
Lot of cats still trying to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm opening up, or headline
Doing the speed limit or pushing red lines
Six months in the county or fed time
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic
Any nigga ever had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, spit acid, L-O-X
Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered
I told you the pain was coming
You wouldn't listen
You tried to play me like a joke?
Now who got the last laugh?
Now take these bullets with you to hell
You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit
So many niggas on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me falling off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? Either way I'm sonning your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggas coming to lose
Something to prove? Spit it, we can have a spray off
I lay off wack niggas and kill 'em on my day off
Ain't nutting for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a heatwave, bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a mil stacking nigga who pull quick, still packing
For you Phil Jackson niggas on that Bull shit
I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lighting 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggas
Shooting backwards, just for practice
Ride or die nigga, hopping in your casket
'Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spitting, let 'em know the shells hit you
I tell niggas quick, suck dick and get a Glock
My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six then eleven
You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I Ruff Ryde and pop a fella for Roc-A-Fella
Screaming (what the fuck), spending mozzarella
I know pop you can't stand us 'cause we cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop, I popped up the antenna
Whoa watch your manners when my veins pop like Scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thing, big chains, ain't shit changed
Get brain in the four dot six Range
Shit mayne, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch, flip big 'caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vein to the brain
Muh'fuckers is nodding and throwing up, you know that
You don't wanna owe that man
He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak, man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more
I just sit on my money 'til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gon' stop us with your measly asses?
We don't stop at the tolls, we got E-ZPasses, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with D-Classes
Iceberg sweats with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, bitch! What the fuck, ya heard me? Hahahaha
Put some more beat on that joint
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Reservoir Dogs by JAY-Z
Reservoir Dogs* (original JAY-Z)
Fuck -- shit is real right here
Roc-A-Fella, LOX, taking the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted
Yo, ayo, ayo, ayo
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it, like them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real like I'm looking for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bids
And walk the streets up in NY like I don't fucking care
If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children
But wanna ride mine like bitches when I walk up in the building
'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiing, while you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, flooding your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted looking at Biggie posted on my wall
Taking shots of Louie 'til I fall
Nutting to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, 'til I swear Big moved
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's costing
Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggas lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mack, I supply it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of 5's, a 6, a few Jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few weeks
In case niggas wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, test my aim?
Y'all niggas nuts, like testicles
Hit you up in your apartment building vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walking
Heat from the Larkin, keep on sparking
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparkling
Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawking
Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
Not trying to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct
Eating cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans
Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killing your pops
You feeling The LOX, nigga, why you grilling The LOX?
If this rap shit don't work niggas still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangsters don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper
I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag
You gon' try it, y'all niggas can't deny it
Lot of cats still trying to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm opening up, or headline
Doing the speed limit or pushing red lines
Six months in the county or fed time
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic
Any nigga ever had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, spit acid, L-O-X
Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered
I told you the pain was coming
You wouldn't listen
You tried to play me like a joke?
Now who got the last laugh?
Now take these bullets with you to hell
You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit
So many niggas on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me falling off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? Either way I'm sonning your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggas coming to lose
Something to prove? Spit it, we can have a spray off
I lay off wack niggas and kill 'em on my day off
Ain't nutting for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a heatwave, bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a mil stacking nigga who pull quick, still packing
For you Phil Jackson niggas on that Bull shit
I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lighting 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggas
Shooting backwards, just for practice
Ride or die nigga, hopping in your casket
'Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spitting, let 'em know the shells hit you
I tell niggas quick, suck dick and get a Glock
My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six then eleven
You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I Ruff Ryde and pop a fella for Roc-A-Fella
Screaming (what the fuck), spending mozzarella
I know pop you can't stand us 'cause we cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop, I popped up the antenna
Whoa watch your manners when my veins pop like Scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thing, big chains, ain't shit changed
Get brain in the four dot six Range
Shit mayne, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch, flip big 'caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vein to the brain
Muh'fuckers is nodding and throwing up, you know that
You don't wanna owe that man
He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak, man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more
I just sit on my money 'til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gon' stop us with your measly asses?
We don't stop at the tolls, we got E-ZPasses, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with D-Classes
Iceberg sweats with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, bitch! What the fuck, ya heard me? Hahahaha
Put some more beat on that joint
Reservoir Dogs (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Joder -- la mierda es real aquí
Roc-A-Fella, LOX, tomando las calles, hijos de puta
No lo malinterpretes
Yo, ayo, ayo, ayo
Cállate la puta boca antes de que dispare y te vete de la TV
Sin máscara, miro a la cámara como ¿qué?
Sí, lo hice, como esos chicos blancos enfermos que la corte condenó
Hasta mi muerte, me descontrolaré como si estuviera en Éxtasis
Suelto 100 barras de verdad como si buscara un contrato
Si no tengo hambre, ¿quién coño la tiene?, soy peor que esos niños africanos
No estoy bien hasta que mis números igualen las ofertas de Motorola
Y camino por las calles de NY como si no me importara una mierda
Si no estoy armado significa que me los quité de mis Nike Airs
Quítense de lo mío, ustedes hablan mierda como niños pequeños
Pero quieren montarse en lo mío como putas cuando entro al edificio
Porque me bronceo en invierno, con putas salvajes
Andando en moto acuática, mientras tú te calientas en las tiendas de la esquina
Lo pongo caliente, inundando tu cuadra, la mejor manera
Profesionalmente, encontrarán veneno en tu radiografía
Mientras me fumo mirando a Biggie en mi pared
Tomando tragos de Louie hasta que caigo
Nada que perder, solo carga el cargador en la ranura
Y suelto rimas al póster, hasta que juro que Big se movió
Mi equipo, pensarías que estaba en Thorazine
Cómo alardeamos y nos importa una mierda lo que cueste
Yo, yo, la presión revienta tuberías, es hora de aplicarla ahora
Elige un pueblo tranquilo y átalo
Haz que los negros lo aseguren, ya saben dónde comprarlo ahora
Beanie Mack, yo lo suministro ahora
Mi escuadrón va a fondo, en coches extranjeros de dos asientos
Un par de 5s, un 6, unos cuantos Jeeps
Suficiente coca para durar unas semanas
En caso de que los negros quieran probar, chaleco y unas cuantas armas
¿De verdad quieres probar mi nombre? ¿Y probar mi juego?
¿Hasta que me tengas, probar mi puntería?
Ustedes negros están locos, como testículos
Te golpeo en el vestíbulo de tu edificio de apartamentos
Quizás sea mejor para ti, seguir caminando
El calor del Larkin, sigue chispeando
Regalo de platino, Bezzie, sigue brillando
Compro del lote, nunca me verás en la subasta
Pinta de Bacardi se oscurece, cuando está vendiendo
Fuera en la calle, hasta que alcance el margen
No intento encontrarme con el Sargento, en la comisaría
Comiendo sándwiches de queso, listo para el fin de semana
Encerrado con chicos blancos sucios y puertorriqueños
Ahora si te mato, probablemente haga diez en la cárcel
Bajo en apelación y luego mato a tu padre
¿Sientes a The LOX, negro, por qué estás acosando a The LOX?
Si esta mierda del rap no funciona, los negros siguen en el lugar
Me lo traes a mí, tengo que perder a tu familia
Los gánsteres no mueren, engordan y se mudan a Miami
La mierda es profunda ahora, perro, pero se pone más profunda
A la mierda, el clima es agradable y el precio es mucho más barato
Lo pongo en cinta, lo vas a comprar, lo pongo en una bolsa
Lo vas a probar, ustedes negros no pueden negarlo
Muchos gatos todavía intentando estudiar mi último rebote
Te diré qué, consigue una cinta de ritmos y media onza
Me tienen donde no puedo estar sin mi gran arma
Manga larga de teflón, y mi casco
No importa si estoy abriendo, o encabezando
Haciendo el límite de velocidad o forzando las líneas rojas
Seis meses en la cárcel del condado o federal
Seré el 'Kiss, negro, hasta que sea hora de dormir
Cualquier cosa en la que esté es un clásico
Cualquier negro que haya tenido problemas conmigo, es un bastardo
Cada vez que escupo, escupo ácido, L-O-X
¿Ruff Ryder oíste? Tenemos el juego dominado
Te dije que el dolor venía
No quisiste escuchar
¿Intentaste jugarme como una broma?
¿Ahora quién tiene la última risa?
Ahora llévate estas balas contigo al infierno
Ustedes hijos de puta están enfermos, no piensen que Sauce es la hostia
Tantos negros en mis huevos que pensé que había perdido mi pene
Imagíname cayendo, soy tímido ante la cámara
Los martillos vuelan, quizás te fallen, pero tu amigo morirá
¿Cuál es la diferencia? De cualquier manera estoy dominando a tu equipo
Yo follo para ganar, ustedes negros vienen a perder
¿Algo que probar? Escúpelo, podemos tener un tiroteo
Despido a los negros malos y los mato en mi día libre
No es nada para mí disparar un tres
Asesinar todo el mes de abril, negro, solo para tomarme mayo libre
Corro con más alemanes que Adolf, ustedes equipos ligeros
Ahora me concentro en tu campamento, como judíos
Flujo caliente como una ola de calor, puta
Látigos más gordos que esas mierdas con las que golpeaban a los esclavos
Soy un negro que acumula millones y saca rápido, todavía empacando
Para ustedes negros Phil Jackson con esa mierda de los Bulls
Me importa una mierda quién seas, así que a la mierda quién seas
No me importa una puta bonita, un reloj o un coche
No me importa tu cuadra y a quien hayas disparado
No me importa tu álbum y cuando salga
No me importa tu pasado, si me importara te habría preguntado
Estoy demasiado ocupado encendiendo 'dro con un montón de hachís
En cuanto a esta mierda del rap, estoy diez pasos por delante de los negros
Disparando hacia atrás, solo por práctica
Negro, a la vida o a la muerte, saltando a tu ataúd
A punto de ir al infierno contigo, fumar un porro contigo
Dile al mundo entero que estoy escupiendo, hazles saber que las balas te alcanzaron
Les digo rápido a los negros, chúpame la polla y consigue una Glock
Mi nombre suena como campanas el domingo a las doce
Son las siete y media, disparo seis y luego once
Me conoces, le paso mi porro a mi hombre y dice recárgame
Yo Ruff Ryde y reviento a un tipo por Roc-A-Fella
Gritando (qué coño), gastando mozzarella
Sé que papá no nos soportas porque amartillamos esas armas
Entro en tu casa, sin prisioneros, reviento a tu abuela
¿Encerrado en la cárcel? No, aparecí en Atlanta
Cruzado en un descapotable, levanté la antena
Whoa, cuida tus modales cuando mis venas exploten como Scanners
Como gotas de lluvia oyes el trueno cuando amartillo el cañón
Gran cosa, grandes cadenas, nada ha cambiado
Recibo sexo oral en el Range Rover 4.6
Mierda, tío, cambia de carril
Cada ciudad que visito, cambio de avión, puta, vendo mucha coca
Flujo sin cortar, te lo metes en vena al cerebro
Los hijos de puta están asintiendo y vomitando, lo sabes
No querrás deberle a ese hombre
Te golpeará, ¿entiendes la imagen? Kodak, hombre
Tengo, amor por la guerra, ya no alardeo
Solo me siento sobre mi dinero hasta que estoy por encima de la ley
¿Cómo coño nos van a detener con sus míseros culos?
No paramos en los peajes, tenemos E-ZPasses, negro
Múltiples coches y divas con Clases D
Sudaderas Iceberg con I.B. en el elástico
¡Mierda, puta! ¿Qué coño, me oíste? Hahahaha
Ponle más ritmo a esa canción
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