Official Music Video
Where I'm From by JAY-Z
Lyrics & Translation
English
Uh huh, ge-ge ge-ge-geah
Ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah, (Brooklyn)
How real is, this?
How real is, this? (Brooklyn)
Uh-huh huh (Brooklyn)
Respect this here, check!
I'm from where the hammers rung, news cameras never come
You and your mans hung in every verse in your rhyme
Where the grams was slung, niggas vanish every summer
When the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run
Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
Faced with immeasurable odds, still I gave straight bets
So I felt I'm owed something and you nothing, check
I'm from the other side where the other guys don't walk too much
And girls from the projects wouldn't fuck us, said we talked too much
So they ran up to Tompkins and sought them dudes to trust
I don't know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just like us
I'm from where the beef is inevitable, summertime's unforgettable
Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new
Your word was everything, so everything you said you'd do
You did it, couldn't talk about it if you ain't live it
I'm from where niggas pull your card, and argue all day about
Who's the best MCs, Biggie, Jay-Z or Nas?
Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs are at odds
At each other's throats for the love of foreign cars
Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R-and-R's
But most times find themselves locked up behind bars, is that all?
I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars
I'm from Marcy, son, just thought I'd remind y'all
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Brooklyn... so where you from?)
I'm from the place where the church is the flakiest
And niggas been praying to God so long that they're atheist
Where you can't put your vest away
And say you'll wear it tomorrow
'Cause the day after we'll be saying
"Damn, I was just with him yesterday"
I'm a block away from hell
Not enough shots away from stray shells
An ounce away from a triple beam
Still using a hand-held weight scale
You're laughing, you know the place well
Where the liquor stores and the base dwell
And government? Fuck government! Niggas politic they selves
Where we call the cops the A-Team
'Cause they hop out of vans and spray things
And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eighteens
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies
So tell me when I rap, you think I give a fuck who criticize?
If the shit is lies, God strike me
And I got a question:
Are you forgiving guys who live just like me? We'll never know
One day I prayed to you and said if I ever blow, I'd let 'em know
The stakes, and exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, still I feel my job ain't done
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Brooklyn... so where you from?)
Check, I'm from where they cross-over and clap boards
Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords, listen
I'm up the block, around the corner and down the street
From where the pimps, prostitutes and the drug lords meet
We make a million off of beats, 'cause our stories is deep
And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night before was sweet
Niggas get lost for weeks in the street, twisted off leek
And no matter the weather, niggas know how to draw heat
Whether you're four-feet or Manute size, it always starts out with
Three dice and "shoot the five"
Niggas thought their deuce was live, then I hit 'em with trips
And I reached down for their money, pa, forget about this
This time around it's platinum, like the shit on my wrist
And this Glock on my waist, y'all can't do shit about this
Niggas'll show you love, that's how they fool thugs
Before you know it, you're lying in a pool of blood
Where I'm from
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Brooklyn...)
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Where I'm From by JAY-Z
Where I'm From* (original JAY-Z)
Uh huh, ge-ge ge-ge-geah
Ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah, (Brooklyn)
How real is, this?
How real is, this? (Brooklyn)
Uh-huh huh (Brooklyn)
Respect this here, check!
I'm from where the hammers rung, news cameras never come
You and your mans hung in every verse in your rhyme
Where the grams was slung, niggas vanish every summer
When the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run
Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
Faced with immeasurable odds, still I gave straight bets
So I felt I'm owed something and you nothing, check
I'm from the other side where the other guys don't walk too much
And girls from the projects wouldn't fuck us, said we talked too much
So they ran up to Tompkins and sought them dudes to trust
I don't know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just like us
I'm from where the beef is inevitable, summertime's unforgettable
Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new
Your word was everything, so everything you said you'd do
You did it, couldn't talk about it if you ain't live it
I'm from where niggas pull your card, and argue all day about
Who's the best MCs, Biggie, Jay-Z or Nas?
Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs are at odds
At each other's throats for the love of foreign cars
Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R-and-R's
But most times find themselves locked up behind bars, is that all?
I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars
I'm from Marcy, son, just thought I'd remind y'all
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Brooklyn... so where you from?)
I'm from the place where the church is the flakiest
And niggas been praying to God so long that they're atheist
Where you can't put your vest away
And say you'll wear it tomorrow
'Cause the day after we'll be saying
"Damn, I was just with him yesterday"
I'm a block away from hell
Not enough shots away from stray shells
An ounce away from a triple beam
Still using a hand-held weight scale
You're laughing, you know the place well
Where the liquor stores and the base dwell
And government? Fuck government! Niggas politic they selves
Where we call the cops the A-Team
'Cause they hop out of vans and spray things
And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eighteens
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies
So tell me when I rap, you think I give a fuck who criticize?
If the shit is lies, God strike me
And I got a question:
Are you forgiving guys who live just like me? We'll never know
One day I prayed to you and said if I ever blow, I'd let 'em know
The stakes, and exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, still I feel my job ain't done
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Brooklyn... so where you from?)
Check, I'm from where they cross-over and clap boards
Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords, listen
I'm up the block, around the corner and down the street
From where the pimps, prostitutes and the drug lords meet
We make a million off of beats, 'cause our stories is deep
And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night before was sweet
Niggas get lost for weeks in the street, twisted off leek
And no matter the weather, niggas know how to draw heat
Whether you're four-feet or Manute size, it always starts out with
Three dice and "shoot the five"
Niggas thought their deuce was live, then I hit 'em with trips
And I reached down for their money, pa, forget about this
This time around it's platinum, like the shit on my wrist
And this Glock on my waist, y'all can't do shit about this
Niggas'll show you love, that's how they fool thugs
Before you know it, you're lying in a pool of blood
Where I'm from
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own)
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
(Brooklyn...)
Where I'm From (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Uh huh, ge-ge ge-ge-geah
Ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah, (Brooklyn)
¿Qué tan real es, esto?
¿Qué tan real es, esto? (Brooklyn)
Uh-huh huh (Brooklyn)
¡Respeta esto, chequea!
Soy de donde sonaban los disparos, las cámaras de noticias nunca vienen
Tú y tus panas colgados en cada verso de tu rima
Donde se traficaban los gramos, los negros desaparecen cada verano
Cuando venían las furgonetas azules, metíamos la mercancía en la lata y corríamos
Donde los planes eran conseguir fondos y escapar del barrio
Para lograr este objetivo más rápido, vendí todo mi peso mojado
Enfrentado a probabilidades inmensurables, aún así hice apuestas seguras
Así que sentí que se me debía algo y a ti nada, chequea
Soy del otro lado donde los otros tipos no caminan mucho
Y las chicas de los proyectos no nos cogían, decían que hablábamos demasiado
Así que corrieron a Tompkins y buscaron tipos en quienes confiar
No sé qué carajo pensaron, esos negros son sucios igual que nosotros
Soy de donde el conflicto es inevitable, los veranos son inolvidables
Ladrones en abundancia, compra un suéter nuevo a mitad de precio
Tu palabra lo era todo, así que todo lo que dijiste que harías
Lo hiciste, no podías hablar de ello si no lo viviste
Soy de donde los negros te ponen a prueba, y discuten todo el día sobre
¿Quiénes son los mejores MCs, Biggie, Jay-Z o Nas?
Donde los zares de la droga evolucionan, y los matones están en desacuerdo
Agarrados del cuello por el amor a los coches extranjeros
Donde los gatos se meten en problemas, esperando que el juez sea indulgente
Pero la mayoría de las veces se encuentran encerrados tras las rejas, ¿es todo?
Soy de donde se lucen y crían estrellas del rap
Soy de Marcy, hijo, solo pensé en recordarles a todos
Escupe un pulmón, de donde soy, Marcy hijo, no hay nada bueno
(Mentalmente he estado en muchos lugares pero soy de Brooklyn)
Escupe un pulmón, de donde soy, Marcy hijo, no hay nada bueno
(Mentalmente he estado en muchos lugares pero soy de Brooklyn)
Escupe un pulmón, de donde soy, Marcy hijo, no hay nada bueno
(Mentalmente he estado en muchos lugares pero soy de Brooklyn)
Escupe un pulmón, de donde soy, Marcy hijo, no hay nada bueno
(Mentalmente he estado en muchos lugares pero soy de Brooklyn)
Escupe un pulmón, de donde soy, Marcy hijo, no hay nada bueno
(Brooklyn... ¿y tú de dónde eres?)
Soy del lugar donde la iglesia es la más falsa
Y los negros han estado orando a Dios tanto tiempo que son ateos
Donde no puedes guardar tu chaleco
Y decir que lo usarás mañana
Porque al día siguiente estaremos diciendo
"Maldita sea, estaba con él ayer"
Estoy a una cuadra del infierno
No lo suficientemente lejos de las balas perdidas
A una onza de una balanza de triple brazo
Todavía usando una balanza de mano
Te ríes, conoces bien el lugar
Donde las licorerías y el crack habitan
¿Y el gobierno? ¡Al carajo el gobierno! Los negros se politizan a sí mismos
Donde llamamos a los policías el Equipo A
Porque saltan de las furgonetas y disparan cosas
Y la esperanza de vida es tan baja que hacemos testamentos a los dieciocho
Donde la forma de deshacerte de los tipos que se salen de la línea, solidifica tu reputación
Así que dime cuando rapeo, ¿crees que me importa una mierda quién critique?
Si la mierda es mentira, que Dios me castigue
Y tengo una pregunta:
¿Perdonas a los tipos que viven como yo? Nunca lo sabremos
Un día te recé y dije que si alguna vez triunfaba, les haría saber
Lo que está en juego, y exactamente lo que sucede en el gueto
Promesa cumplida, aún siento que mi trabajo no ha terminado
Escupe un pulmón, de donde soy, Marcy hijo, no hay nada bueno
Escupe un pulmón, de donde soy, Marcy hijo, no hay nada bueno
(Mentalmente he estado en muchos lugares pero soy de Brooklyn)
Escupe un pulmón, de donde soy, Marcy hijo, no hay nada bueno
(Mentalmente he estado en muchos lugares pero soy de Brooklyn)
Escupe un pulmón, de donde soy, Marcy hijo, no hay nada bueno
(Mentalmente he estado en muchos lugares pero soy de Brooklyn)
Escupe un pulmón, de donde soy, Marcy hijo, no hay nada bueno
(Mentalmente he estado en muchos lugares pero soy de Brooklyn)
Escupe un pulmón, de donde soy, Marcy hijo, no hay nada bueno
(Brooklyn... ¿y tú de dónde eres?)
Chequea, soy de donde traicionan y disparan
Perdieron a Jehová por señores del rap, escucha
Estoy subiendo la cuadra, doblando la esquina y bajando la calle
De donde se encuentran los proxenetas, las prostitutas y los señores de la droga
Hacemos un millón con los ritmos, porque nuestras historias son profundas
Y al carajo el mañana, mientras la noche anterior haya sido dulce
Los negros se pierden por semanas en la calle, drogados
Y no importa el clima, los negros saben cómo sacar el arma
Ya seas de un metro veinte o del tamaño de Manute, siempre empieza con
Tres dados y "tira el cinco"
Los negros pensaron que su dos estaba vivo, luego les pegué con un trío
Y busqué su dinero, pa, olvídate de esto
Esta vez es platino, como la mierda en mi muñeca
Y esta Glock en mi cintura, no pueden hacer nada al respecto
Los negros te mostrarán amor, así es como engañan a los matones
Antes de que te des cuenta, estás tirado en un charco de sangre
De donde soy
Escupe un pulmón, de donde soy, Marcy hijo, no hay nada bueno
(Mentalmente he estado en muchos lugares pero soy de Brooklyn)
Escupe un pulmón, de donde soy, Marcy hijo, no hay nada bueno
(Mentalmente he estado en muchos lugares pero soy de Brooklyn)
Escupe un pulmón, de donde soy, Marcy hijo, no hay nada bueno
(Mentalmente he estado en muchos lugares pero soy de Brooklyn)
Escupe un pulmón, de donde soy, Marcy hijo, no hay nada bueno
(Brooklyn...)
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