Celebration
2012
4:08
Official Music Video
Celebration by Kendrick Lamar
Lyrics & Translation
English
For the record, I used to do a lot of humping when I was little
I got a lot of whoopings over that shit too, and that's random, but so what? Ha-ha-ha
Gimme that beat, fool
This a full time jack, no really this a Soundwave track
So really I ain't gotta steal nothing all I gotta do is kill it when you press record button let the paralyzed feel it
I came back with a full time swag and the critics thought they had me
Nah, I just bought more batteries
Turned up supercharged, a medium away from livin' large
Matter fact, where my niggas at?
Where my bitches with them pretty weaves?
Enemies bleed on the maxi pad, pussy you fucked with the wrong one I'm on one I'll make sure your kids breathe pneumonia
Good kid, mad city evil in my heart from the blood niggas fuckin' with me crip niggas tryna kill me
Malcolm X mind state, if I raise the crime rate, it's a legitimate reason why I put on repeat Kanye's "Touch The Sky"
But I'll be looking past that I'm tryna touch God
My heart to the heavens, the rebel of the reverend
Ya'll married to the game well I'm 'bout to crash weddings
I put a lot of pain in the shit I write
If you goin' through something, this is shit you recite
This is bigger than life
This is Kendrick Lamar
This is Jimi Hendrix guitar on tour, bonjour I mean war like that
Yeah, straight like that
People don't be shy
Release them balloons to the sky
I need the world to celebrate me! (One time)
You'll never know when I'm gone (Two times)
In 2010 I'm tryna ball, nigga!
Like shooting jumpshots in the mall, nigga!
That's a quote from Ab-Soul I suppose since you laugh that's the ultimate goal
On behalf of the Top Dawg conglomerate
Shall stay anonymous
Searchin' seven continents accomplishing big shit
Big ass, big tits she on me
And just to get to me she'll fuck the homies-homie's homies
The life of a cool nigga
My nigga Tony said "just do you, nigga!"
Sure improve, nigga
And they gon' play you for a fool that's for sure 'til they know you got the stinkiest stool, nigga!
I ain't trippin' I'm just tippin' on fo-fo's back in the city and tippin' on four hoes
That boy got a cold cold
He's sick con, slick on
Drop red jewels like a school bar mitzvah
Ooh
Straight like that
People don't be shy
Release them balloons to the sky
I need the world to celebrate me! (One time)
You'll never know when I'm gone (Two times)
Why ya'll complain about OGs?
I don't look at a legend and say you owe me
Not Snoop not Dre not Ice Cube
I don't care me and Quik went to the same school
I look in the mirror and do it myself like a self made nigga
I don't need a maid, nigga
Do I need a co-sign from Dre or Jigga?
They can make me much bigger, but do I need 'em though?
I just need a flow
The type of shit that make you think you seen Pac ghost "Me Against The World" on you motherfuckers
I got my back against the wall and a .45, dog get smoked, Chris Tucker
Uh, tryna record my steelo
Even when I'm not there just like TiVo
The hoes tell me that I got a real big ego
And weed move slow right now but E go
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I look at your Audemars to put ya'll in time out
It's time to unveil the real and your career's 'bout as frail as Ms. Winehouse
Just salute, grab a flute and pull the wine out
Ooh, just like that
People don't be shy
Release them balloons to the sky
I need the world to celebrate me! (One time)
You'll never know when I'm gone (Two times)
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Celebration by Kendrick Lamar
Celebration* (original Kendrick Lamar)
For the record, I used to do a lot of humping when I was little
I got a lot of whoopings over that shit too, and that's random, but so what? Ha-ha-ha
Gimme that beat, fool
This a full time jack, no really this a Soundwave track
So really I ain't gotta steal nothing all I gotta do is kill it when you press record button let the paralyzed feel it
I came back with a full time swag and the critics thought they had me
Nah, I just bought more batteries
Turned up supercharged, a medium away from livin' large
Matter fact, where my niggas at?
Where my bitches with them pretty weaves?
Enemies bleed on the maxi pad, pussy you fucked with the wrong one I'm on one I'll make sure your kids breathe pneumonia
Good kid, mad city evil in my heart from the blood niggas fuckin' with me crip niggas tryna kill me
Malcolm X mind state, if I raise the crime rate, it's a legitimate reason why I put on repeat Kanye's "Touch The Sky"
But I'll be looking past that I'm tryna touch God
My heart to the heavens, the rebel of the reverend
Ya'll married to the game well I'm 'bout to crash weddings
I put a lot of pain in the shit I write
If you goin' through something, this is shit you recite
This is bigger than life
This is Kendrick Lamar
This is Jimi Hendrix guitar on tour, bonjour I mean war like that
Yeah, straight like that
People don't be shy
Release them balloons to the sky
I need the world to celebrate me! (One time)
You'll never know when I'm gone (Two times)
In 2010 I'm tryna ball, nigga!
Like shooting jumpshots in the mall, nigga!
That's a quote from Ab-Soul I suppose since you laugh that's the ultimate goal
On behalf of the Top Dawg conglomerate
Shall stay anonymous
Searchin' seven continents accomplishing big shit
Big ass, big tits she on me
And just to get to me she'll fuck the homies-homie's homies
The life of a cool nigga
My nigga Tony said "just do you, nigga!"
Sure improve, nigga
And they gon' play you for a fool that's for sure 'til they know you got the stinkiest stool, nigga!
I ain't trippin' I'm just tippin' on fo-fo's back in the city and tippin' on four hoes
That boy got a cold cold
He's sick con, slick on
Drop red jewels like a school bar mitzvah
Ooh
Straight like that
People don't be shy
Release them balloons to the sky
I need the world to celebrate me! (One time)
You'll never know when I'm gone (Two times)
Why ya'll complain about OGs?
I don't look at a legend and say you owe me
Not Snoop not Dre not Ice Cube
I don't care me and Quik went to the same school
I look in the mirror and do it myself like a self made nigga
I don't need a maid, nigga
Do I need a co-sign from Dre or Jigga?
They can make me much bigger, but do I need 'em though?
I just need a flow
The type of shit that make you think you seen Pac ghost "Me Against The World" on you motherfuckers
I got my back against the wall and a .45, dog get smoked, Chris Tucker
Uh, tryna record my steelo
Even when I'm not there just like TiVo
The hoes tell me that I got a real big ego
And weed move slow right now but E go
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I look at your Audemars to put ya'll in time out
It's time to unveil the real and your career's 'bout as frail as Ms. Winehouse
Just salute, grab a flute and pull the wine out
Ooh, just like that
People don't be shy
Release them balloons to the sky
I need the world to celebrate me! (One time)
You'll never know when I'm gone (Two times)
Celebration (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Para que conste, solía hacer mucho el tonto cuando era pequeño
También me dieron muchas palizas por esa mierda, y eso es aleatorio, pero ¿y qué? Ja-ja-ja
Dame ese ritmo, tonto
Esto es un atraco a tiempo completo, no, de verdad, esta es una pista de Soundwave
Así que realmente no tengo que robar nada, todo lo que tengo que hacer es matarlo cuando presiones el botón de grabar, deja que el paralizado lo sienta
Regresé con un estilo de tiempo completo y los críticos pensaron que me tenían
No, solo compré más baterías
Acelerado, a un paso de vivir a lo grande
De hecho, ¿dónde están mis negros?
¿Dónde están mis perras con esos tejidos bonitos?
Los enemigos sangran en la toalla femenina, coño, te metiste con el equivocado, estoy en una, me aseguraré de que tus hijos respiren neumonía
Buen chico, ciudad loca, maldad en mi corazón por la sangre, negros jodiendo conmigo, negros crip intentando matarme
Estado mental de Malcolm X, si aumento la tasa de criminalidad, es una razón legítima por la que pongo en repetición "Touch The Sky" de Kanye
Pero miraré más allá, estoy tratando de tocar a Dios
Mi corazón hacia los cielos, el rebelde del reverendo
Ustedes están casados con el juego, bueno, estoy a punto de arruinar bodas
Pongo mucho dolor en la mierda que escribo
Si estás pasando por algo, esta es la mierda que recitas
Esto es más grande que la vida
Este es Kendrick Lamar
Esta es la guitarra de Jimi Hendrix de gira, bonjour, quiero decir guerra, así
Sí, directo así
La gente no sea tímida
Liberen esos globos al cielo
¡Necesito que el mundo me celebre! (Una vez)
Nunca sabrás cuándo me habré ido (Dos veces)
¡En 2010 estoy tratando de jugar, negro!
¡Como lanzar tiros en suspensión en el centro comercial, negro!
Esa es una cita de Ab-Soul, supongo, ya que te ríes, ese es el objetivo final
En nombre del conglomerado Top Dawg
Permanecerá en el anonimato
Buscando en siete continentes logrando grandes cosas
Gran culo, grandes tetas, ella está sobre mí
Y solo para llegar a mí, se follará a los amigos, a los amigos de los amigos
La vida de un negro genial
Mi negro Tony dijo "¡solo sé tú mismo, negro!"
Seguro que mejora, negro
Y te harán pasar por tonto, eso seguro, hasta que sepan que tienes el taburete más apestoso, ¡negro!
No estoy tropezando, solo estoy dando propina en fo-fo's de vuelta en la ciudad y dando propina en cuatro putas
Ese chico tiene un resfriado
Está enfermo, estafador, resbaladizo
Deja caer joyas rojas como un bar mitzvah escolar
Ooh
Directo así
La gente no sea tímida
Liberen esos globos al cielo
¡Necesito que el mundo me celebre! (Una vez)
Nunca sabrás cuándo me habré ido (Dos veces)
¿Por qué se quejan de los OGs?
No miro a una leyenda y digo que me debes
Ni Snoop, ni Dre, ni Ice Cube
No me importa, Quik y yo fuimos a la misma escuela
Me miro en el espejo y lo hago yo mismo como un negro hecho a sí mismo
No necesito una criada, negro
¿Necesito una firma de Dre o Jigga?
Pueden hacerme mucho más grande, pero ¿los necesito?
Solo necesito un flujo
El tipo de mierda que te hace pensar que viste el fantasma de Pac "Me Against The World" en ustedes, hijos de puta
Tengo mi espalda contra la pared y una .45, perro, fuma, Chris Tucker
Uh, tratando de grabar mi steelo
Incluso cuando no estoy allí, como TiVo
Las putas me dicen que tengo un ego muy grande
Y la hierba se mueve lento ahora mismo, pero E se va
¿Sabes de lo que estoy hablando?
Miro tu Audemars para ponerlos a todos en tiempo fuera
Es hora de revelar lo real y tu carrera es tan frágil como la de Ms. Winehouse
Solo saluda, toma una flauta y saca el vino
Ooh, así
La gente no sea tímida
Liberen esos globos al cielo
¡Necesito que el mundo me celebre! (Una vez)
Nunca sabrás cuándo me habré ido (Dos veces)
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