Warning
By Nicki Minaj
2010
3:49
Official Music Video
Warning by Nicki Minaj
Lyrics & Translation
English
[Nicki Minaj:]
Who the hell is this?
Calling me at 12:47 in the night
While I'm watching the fight
Looking at the phone, it's no name in sight
Blocked ID, knew something just wasn't right
It's my girl Kandi from out in Miami
Telling me that my man with some bitch in a Camry
Car seat in the back like he started a family
Yo Kan, stop playing, what the fuck is you saying?
[Kandi:]
Remember them chicks from the Bricks 'round nine six
That we seen when we hit a lick by the project?
[Nicki Minaj:]
Oh, you mean Leah, little sister Maria
I used to go see her in front of the pizzeria
[Kandi:]
I didn't say them
They schooled me to some bitch that you knew from back when
Some bitch named Kim
Light skinned, slim, used to rock a low brim
Followed them to the crib, but the lights real dim
They hit me on the chirp, warning me, now I'm warning you
What's it gonna be Nicki, tell me what you wanna do
[Nicki Minaj:]
Damn, I'mma have to send her to her maker
Damn, I'mma have to send her to her maker
Damn, I'mma have to send her to her maker
I'mma send her to her maker
I'mma send her to her maker
[Kandi:]
They heard about his good sexing, long erections
Nice complexion, Magnums for protection
They even heard about his tongue game
How the nigga give brain, ain't stop 'til the cum came
But that's words of hip-hop
I popped the bitch top, like a Corona
[Nicki Minaj:]
Call a coroner, it's gonna be a lot of black dresses and chest vest-es
If I find out he got a next Mrs
What you think all the goons is for
Two by the door, a few more out in New York
And I feed 'em curry chicken, I'm all about my green nahmean?
Got some fat bitches in the kitchen
I got a spot like ox and we cook oxtail
Got a scale for what's in the mail
I got whatever on my nigga bail, but if the nigga bail
I'll have him sleeping with some killer whales
Damn bitches wanna fuck with my man
On the other hand, things ain't always what you plan
It's the ones up in your prom picture, salon with you
Now they wanna creep in your man's jeep
I bet you Nicki won't sleep
'Cause I'mma put the heat to your beak, you'll bird like tweet tweet
And watch you smoke like a cigarette
Should've left the bitch a pack of Nicorette
Leave all them foul bitches wet
I give a fuck about you and your bum crew
Mami I'm the truth, they salute when I come through
I'm not running bitch, I bust my gun, hold on I hear somebody coming
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Warning by Nicki Minaj
Warning* (original Nicki Minaj)
[Nicki Minaj:]
Who the hell is this?
Calling me at 12:47 in the night
While I'm watching the fight
Looking at the phone, it's no name in sight
Blocked ID, knew something just wasn't right
It's my girl Kandi from out in Miami
Telling me that my man with some bitch in a Camry
Car seat in the back like he started a family
Yo Kan, stop playing, what the fuck is you saying?
[Kandi:]
Remember them chicks from the Bricks 'round nine six
That we seen when we hit a lick by the project?
[Nicki Minaj:]
Oh, you mean Leah, little sister Maria
I used to go see her in front of the pizzeria
[Kandi:]
I didn't say them
They schooled me to some bitch that you knew from back when
Some bitch named Kim
Light skinned, slim, used to rock a low brim
Followed them to the crib, but the lights real dim
They hit me on the chirp, warning me, now I'm warning you
What's it gonna be Nicki, tell me what you wanna do
[Nicki Minaj:]
Damn, I'mma have to send her to her maker
Damn, I'mma have to send her to her maker
Damn, I'mma have to send her to her maker
I'mma send her to her maker
I'mma send her to her maker
[Kandi:]
They heard about his good sexing, long erections
Nice complexion, Magnums for protection
They even heard about his tongue game
How the nigga give brain, ain't stop 'til the cum came
But that's words of hip-hop
I popped the bitch top, like a Corona
[Nicki Minaj:]
Call a coroner, it's gonna be a lot of black dresses and chest vest-es
If I find out he got a next Mrs
What you think all the goons is for
Two by the door, a few more out in New York
And I feed 'em curry chicken, I'm all about my green nahmean?
Got some fat bitches in the kitchen
I got a spot like ox and we cook oxtail
Got a scale for what's in the mail
I got whatever on my nigga bail, but if the nigga bail
I'll have him sleeping with some killer whales
Damn bitches wanna fuck with my man
On the other hand, things ain't always what you plan
It's the ones up in your prom picture, salon with you
Now they wanna creep in your man's jeep
I bet you Nicki won't sleep
'Cause I'mma put the heat to your beak, you'll bird like tweet tweet
And watch you smoke like a cigarette
Should've left the bitch a pack of Nicorette
Leave all them foul bitches wet
I give a fuck about you and your bum crew
Mami I'm the truth, they salute when I come through
I'm not running bitch, I bust my gun, hold on I hear somebody coming
Warning (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Nicki Minaj:
Quién diablos es este?
Llamándome a las 12:47 de la noche
Mientras veo la pelea
Mirando el teléfono, no hay nombre a la vista
ID bloqueada, sabía que algo no estaba bien
Es mi amiga Kandi de Miami
Diciéndome que mi hombre está con una perra en un Camry
Silla de coche atrás como si hubiera formado una familia
Oye Kan, deja de bromear, qué diablos estás diciendo?
Kandi:
Recuerdas a esas chicas de los Bricks por el noventa y seis
Que vimos cuando hicimos un golpe cerca del proyecto?
Nicki Minaj:
Oh, te refieres a Leah, la hermanita María
Solía ir a verla frente a la pizzería
Kandi:
No dije ellas
Me informaron de una perra que conocías de antes
Una perra llamada Kim
Piel clara, delgada, solía usar un sombrero de ala baja
Las seguí hasta la casa, pero las luces muy tenues
Me avisaron por el "chirp", advirtiéndome, ahora te advierto a ti
Qué va a pasar Nicki, dime qué quieres hacer?
Nicki Minaj:
Maldita sea, tendré que enviarla con su creador
Maldita sea, tendré que enviarla con su creador
Maldita sea, tendré que enviarla con su creador
La enviaré con su creador
La enviaré con su creador
Kandi:
Oyeron hablar de su buen sexo, erecciones largas
Buena tez, Magnums para protección
Incluso oyeron hablar de su juego de lengua
Cómo el tipo hace sexo oral, no paró hasta que llegó el semen
Pero esas son palabras de hip-hop
Le quité la tapa a la perra, como una Corona
Nicki Minaj:
Llamen a un forense, va a haber muchos vestidos negros y chalecos antibalas
Si me entero de que tiene otra señora
Para qué crees que están todos los matones?
Dos en la puerta, unos cuantos más en Nueva York
Y les doy pollo al curry, me importa mi dinero, entiendes?
Tengo unas perras gordas en la cocina
Tengo un lugar como buey y cocinamos rabo de buey
Tengo una balanza para lo que llega por correo
Tengo lo que sea para la fianza de mi negro, pero si el negro se escapa
Lo haré dormir con orcas asesinas
Malditas perras quieren joder con mi hombre
Por otro lado, las cosas no siempre son como las planeas
Son las que salen en tu foto de graduación, en el salón contigo
Ahora quieren meterse en el jeep de tu hombre
Apuesto a que Nicki no dormirá
Porque te pondré el calor en el pico, piarás como pío pío
Y te veré fumar como un cigarrillo
Debí haberle dejado a la perra un paquete de Nicorette
Dejar a todas esas perras asquerosas mojadas
Me importa un carajo tú y tu pandilla de vagos
Mami, soy la verdad, saludan cuando llego
No estoy huyendo, perra, disparo mi arma, espera, oigo a alguien venir
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