Average Joe
2010
4:16
Official Music Video
Average Joe by Kendrick Lamar
Lyrics & Translation
English
The hardest thing for me to do
Is to get you, to know me, within sixteen bars
That's the hardest thing
Who is K. Dot? A young nigga from Compton
On the curb writing raps next to a gunshot
On the corners where the gangsters and the killers dwell
The fraudulent tender scars that get unveiled
Everyone I knew was either Crip or Piru
Cousins in elementary, relatives in high school
With that being said, each one of their rivals
Was aiming something at my head, I needed survival
Got jumped, got jacked, shot at, shot back
And I don't even push a line, I'm just tryna push these rhymes
In the midst of staying neutral and discrete
My momma said you're judged by the company you keep
But what you can consider, that if it goes down
They'll kill you if you kill me, it gets deep nigga
So if you ask what I'm doing
I'm tryna duck the influence of my city that's brewing, real talk, and
This is why they fuck with me (real talk nigga, believe it)
This is why they fuck with me (do what I do, ya know?)
I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe (know that)
But one thing you should consider, I'm the realest you know
I was walking from Centennial
When an unidentified vehicle rolled up, and I was like "Hol' up"
"Where you from?" I don't bang
"Where you stay?" Westside, that's a Piru gang to be exact
Well aware they had blue across their hat
Dropped backpack and ran inside of the cul-de-sac
Shots rang out, hoping to God I wasn't wet
Crossed across Rosecrans and ran inside of the yet
Chirped the homies on the I-95, they said they already knew
What happened, and meet 'em outside the garage
Never seen that many guns in my life
I was paranoid like a fiend in the night, but needed revenge
Grabbed the nine-ball, opened up the door, then got in
Somebody said, "Fall back, we gon' make these niggas suffer
You my brother like a frat, and that's just to remind you."
Thought about that so long I had failed my finals, fuck, but
This is why they fuck with me (I told you, nigga)
This is why they fuck with me (you fake nigga)
I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe (you fake)
But one thing you should consider, I'm the realest you know
I don't do black music, I don't do white music
I do everyday life music
Give 'em cuts like a nigga pierced a knife through it
You say you through, but I've been through it, now that's cold
And this is for my county building children
In Hub City on hubcaps, no power-steering
I use perseverance in this mad city
Where the niggas drink Remy and hold semis for cutthroats
Bernie Mac died, it's no joke
Don't ask why if you don't know about these killers and thieves
Seven grams of weed, you smoke that, but I'm high off life
I could fall out the sky like twice
And land in the land of the AKs
And the minivans where the fan never on
'Cause it's hotter than a lunatic's underarms in a straitjacket
In other words, we get it cracking, but I keep it cool, you know?
This is why they fuck with me (ha ha)
This is why they fuck with me (real talk)
I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe (come on)
But one thing you should consider, I'm the realest you know
So there you have it
But I'mma leave you with this
An O.G. once told me
A real gangster is either dead or in jail
Or behind the scenes getting real money
I'm gone
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Average Joe by Kendrick Lamar
Average Joe* (original Kendrick Lamar)
The hardest thing for me to do
Is to get you, to know me, within sixteen bars
That's the hardest thing
Who is K. Dot? A young nigga from Compton
On the curb writing raps next to a gunshot
On the corners where the gangsters and the killers dwell
The fraudulent tender scars that get unveiled
Everyone I knew was either Crip or Piru
Cousins in elementary, relatives in high school
With that being said, each one of their rivals
Was aiming something at my head, I needed survival
Got jumped, got jacked, shot at, shot back
And I don't even push a line, I'm just tryna push these rhymes
In the midst of staying neutral and discrete
My momma said you're judged by the company you keep
But what you can consider, that if it goes down
They'll kill you if you kill me, it gets deep nigga
So if you ask what I'm doing
I'm tryna duck the influence of my city that's brewing, real talk, and
This is why they fuck with me (real talk nigga, believe it)
This is why they fuck with me (do what I do, ya know?)
I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe (know that)
But one thing you should consider, I'm the realest you know
I was walking from Centennial
When an unidentified vehicle rolled up, and I was like "Hol' up"
"Where you from?" I don't bang
"Where you stay?" Westside, that's a Piru gang to be exact
Well aware they had blue across their hat
Dropped backpack and ran inside of the cul-de-sac
Shots rang out, hoping to God I wasn't wet
Crossed across Rosecrans and ran inside of the yet
Chirped the homies on the I-95, they said they already knew
What happened, and meet 'em outside the garage
Never seen that many guns in my life
I was paranoid like a fiend in the night, but needed revenge
Grabbed the nine-ball, opened up the door, then got in
Somebody said, "Fall back, we gon' make these niggas suffer
You my brother like a frat, and that's just to remind you."
Thought about that so long I had failed my finals, fuck, but
This is why they fuck with me (I told you, nigga)
This is why they fuck with me (you fake nigga)
I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe (you fake)
But one thing you should consider, I'm the realest you know
I don't do black music, I don't do white music
I do everyday life music
Give 'em cuts like a nigga pierced a knife through it
You say you through, but I've been through it, now that's cold
And this is for my county building children
In Hub City on hubcaps, no power-steering
I use perseverance in this mad city
Where the niggas drink Remy and hold semis for cutthroats
Bernie Mac died, it's no joke
Don't ask why if you don't know about these killers and thieves
Seven grams of weed, you smoke that, but I'm high off life
I could fall out the sky like twice
And land in the land of the AKs
And the minivans where the fan never on
'Cause it's hotter than a lunatic's underarms in a straitjacket
In other words, we get it cracking, but I keep it cool, you know?
This is why they fuck with me (ha ha)
This is why they fuck with me (real talk)
I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe (come on)
But one thing you should consider, I'm the realest you know
So there you have it
But I'mma leave you with this
An O.G. once told me
A real gangster is either dead or in jail
Or behind the scenes getting real money
I'm gone
Average Joe (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Lo más difícil para mí
Es lograr que me conozcas, en dieciséis compases
Eso es lo más difícil
¿Quién es K. Dot? Un joven negro de Compton
En la acera escribiendo raps junto a un disparo
En las esquinas donde habitan los gánsteres y los asesinos
Las fraudulentas cicatrices tiernas que se revelan
Todos los que conocía eran Crip o Piru
Primos en la primaria, parientes en la secundaria
Dicho esto, cada uno de sus rivales
Apuntaba algo a mi cabeza, necesitaba sobrevivir
Me golpearon, me atracaron, me dispararon, devolví el disparo
Y ni siquiera vendo drogas, solo trato de impulsar estas rimas
En medio de mantenerme neutral y discreto
Mi mamá dijo que te juzgan por la compañía que mantienes
Pero lo que puedes considerar, es que si algo sale mal
Te matarán si me matas a mí, se pone denso, negro
Así que si preguntas qué estoy haciendo
Estoy tratando de esquivar la influencia de mi ciudad que está surgiendo, en serio, y
Esta es la razón por la que se meten conmigo (en serio, créelo)
Esta es la razón por la que se meten conmigo (¿haces lo que yo hago, sabes?)
No soy un gánster, ni un asesino, solo soy tu Joe promedio (sabes eso)
Pero una cosa que debes considerar, soy el más real que conoces
Estaba caminando desde Centennial
Cuando un vehículo no identificado se acercó, y yo estaba como "Espera"
"¿De dónde eres?" No pertenezco a ninguna banda
"¿Dónde vives?" Westside, que es una pandilla Piru para ser exacto
Bien conscientes de que tenían azul en su sombrero
Dejé caer la mochila y corrí dentro del callejón sin salida
Sonaron disparos, esperando a Dios que no estuviera mojado
Crucé Rosecrans y corrí dentro del aún
Llamé a los amigos en la I-95, dijeron que ya lo sabían
Lo que pasó, y me reuní con ellos afuera del garaje
Nunca había visto tantas armas en mi vida
Estaba paranoico como un drogadicto en la noche, pero necesitaba venganza
Agarré la bola nueve, abrí la puerta y luego entré
Alguien dijo: "Retrocede, vamos a hacer sufrir a estos negros
Eres mi hermano como una fraternidad, y eso es solo para recordártelo."
Pensé tanto en eso que reprobé mis finales, joder, pero
Esta es la razón por la que se meten conmigo (te lo dije, negro)
Esta es la razón por la que se meten conmigo (negro falso)
No soy un gánster, ni un asesino, solo soy tu Joe promedio (eres falso)
Pero una cosa que debes considerar, soy el más real que conoces
No hago música negra, no hago música blanca
Hago música de la vida cotidiana
Les doy cortes como si un negro hubiera atravesado un cuchillo
Dices que lo superaste, pero yo lo he superado, ahora eso es frío
Y esto es para mis niños que construyen condados
En Hub City sobre tapacubos, sin dirección asistida
Uso la perseverancia en esta ciudad loca
Donde los negros beben Remy y sostienen semis para degolladores
Bernie Mac murió, no es una broma
No preguntes por qué si no sabes acerca de estos asesinos y ladrones
Siete gramos de hierba, fumas eso, pero estoy drogado con la vida
Podría caerme del cielo como dos veces
Y aterrizar en la tierra de los AK
Y las minivans donde el ventilador nunca está encendido
Porque hace más calor que las axilas de un lunático en una camisa de fuerza
En otras palabras, lo hacemos estallar, pero lo mantengo fresco, ¿sabes?
Esta es la razón por la que se meten conmigo (ja ja)
Esta es la razón por la que se meten conmigo (en serio)
No soy un gánster, ni un asesino, solo soy tu Joe promedio (vamos)
Pero una cosa que debes considerar, soy el más real que conoces
Así que ahí lo tienes
Pero te dejaré con esto
Un O.G. una vez me dijo
Un verdadero gánster está muerto o en la cárcel
O detrás de escena ganando dinero de verdad
Me voy
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