Whos Ya Best MC?
By Nicki Minaj
2015
3:41
Official Music Video
Whos Ya Best MC? by Nicki Minaj
Lyrics & Translation
English
You know they say Nicki spit crazy, get it poppin'
Like, M eighties (80s), or twin tre eighties (80s)
Young Money First Lady, ya know, baby girl
Of the group, I'm also known as baby girl, in the coupe
Never get me confused, as Baby girl in the hoop
'Cause, Nicki stay fly, like that Cash Money dude
I'm stuntin' on these hoes, like Marilyn Monroe
I got a S curl flow, I spit slick, ya know?
And I don't just spit raps, and chit chat
Nicki could get it in, Nicki could spit gats
Ya girl got hustle, Nicki could pitch crack
But, Nicki rather chill, and stack a mil'
While these hoes, stay in hoods like rats for real
My voice stay on the track, like a Mac for real
Riding the baseline like, 'Quille O'Neal
Gassed ya baby father, for the keys to the Escalade
Not a baby momma, but I'm drama like, Kay Slate
What can I say? That's how ya girl do
Ya girl stay fresh down, to the cuticles
My people smoke dutches, we don't fluck with bamboo
I'm a winner mami, ya career's a gamble
Old ass broad, off track, like bad weaves
Nicki stay on her toes, on point, like ballerinas
Lemme remind you, I'm gettin' a tan too
Ya caramel dream, ya girl from Queens
They say I'm too pretty, to be spittin' sixteens
I should be on the screen, posin' for Maybelline
Or be a Baby Phat girl, kitten on my jean
Hood star broad, Black Barbie Doll
Pardon me, if the cockiness, botherin' y'all
I'm just bein' Nicki Minaj, ya know?
Girl from around way, without the L Cool J
Ma' you spit Kool-Aid, I spit acid out
Doin' this since, you was Reebok, Classic Doubt
Now this ho, wanna get at Nic', why?
'Cause I bagged her baby daddy, she ain't seen him since
Nic' so gutter, lil' white tee, need some Air Max on
Some Dolce and Gabbana, pretty panties on
Like, wait 'til the summer catch me, up in the hummer
On my way to 555 front, run with the Rucker
And every baller wanna never, give out my number
Only that email, Cherry-thong.com
Holla! Name a girl, as real as her
No, not them! Who's your best emcee?
Nic, Fox, and Kim, can't forget Rem'
Nic' up in the Porsche Box, or the Benz
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Whos Ya Best MC? by Nicki Minaj
Whos Ya Best MC?* (original Nicki Minaj)
You know they say Nicki spit crazy, get it poppin'
Like, M eighties (80s), or twin tre eighties (80s)
Young Money First Lady, ya know, baby girl
Of the group, I'm also known as baby girl, in the coupe
Never get me confused, as Baby girl in the hoop
'Cause, Nicki stay fly, like that Cash Money dude
I'm stuntin' on these hoes, like Marilyn Monroe
I got a S curl flow, I spit slick, ya know?
And I don't just spit raps, and chit chat
Nicki could get it in, Nicki could spit gats
Ya girl got hustle, Nicki could pitch crack
But, Nicki rather chill, and stack a mil'
While these hoes, stay in hoods like rats for real
My voice stay on the track, like a Mac for real
Riding the baseline like, 'Quille O'Neal
Gassed ya baby father, for the keys to the Escalade
Not a baby momma, but I'm drama like, Kay Slate
What can I say? That's how ya girl do
Ya girl stay fresh down, to the cuticles
My people smoke dutches, we don't fluck with bamboo
I'm a winner mami, ya career's a gamble
Old ass broad, off track, like bad weaves
Nicki stay on her toes, on point, like ballerinas
Lemme remind you, I'm gettin' a tan too
Ya caramel dream, ya girl from Queens
They say I'm too pretty, to be spittin' sixteens
I should be on the screen, posin' for Maybelline
Or be a Baby Phat girl, kitten on my jean
Hood star broad, Black Barbie Doll
Pardon me, if the cockiness, botherin' y'all
I'm just bein' Nicki Minaj, ya know?
Girl from around way, without the L Cool J
Ma' you spit Kool-Aid, I spit acid out
Doin' this since, you was Reebok, Classic Doubt
Now this ho, wanna get at Nic', why?
'Cause I bagged her baby daddy, she ain't seen him since
Nic' so gutter, lil' white tee, need some Air Max on
Some Dolce and Gabbana, pretty panties on
Like, wait 'til the summer catch me, up in the hummer
On my way to 555 front, run with the Rucker
And every baller wanna never, give out my number
Only that email, Cherry-thong.com
Holla! Name a girl, as real as her
No, not them! Who's your best emcee?
Nic, Fox, and Kim, can't forget Rem'
Nic' up in the Porsche Box, or the Benz
Whos Ya Best MC? (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Sabes que dicen que Nicki escupe locuras, lo enciende
Como, M ochentas (80s), o dos tres ochentas (80s)
Primera Dama de Young Money, ya sabes, nena
Del grupo, también soy conocida como nena, en el coupé
Nunca me confundas, con Baby girl en el aro
Porque, Nicki se mantiene volando, como ese tipo de Cash Money
Me lucio ante estas putas, como Marilyn Monroe
Tengo un flow de rizo S, escupo con astucia, ¿sabes?
Y no solo escupo raps, y charlo
Nicki podría entrarle, Nicki podría escupir armas
Tu chica tiene empuje, Nicki podría vender crack
Pero, Nicki prefiere relajarse, y amasar un millón
Mientras estas putas, se quedan en barrios como ratas de verdad
Mi voz se mantiene en la pista, como un Mac de verdad
Montando la línea de base como, 'Quille O'Neal
Engañé a tu padre de tu bebé, por las llaves de la Escalade
No soy una madre soltera, pero soy drama como, Kay Slate
¿Qué puedo decir? Así es como tu chica lo hace
Tu chica se mantiene fresca, hasta las cutículas
Mi gente fuma "dutchess", no jodemos con bambú
Soy una ganadora mami, tu carrera es una apuesta
Vieja puta, fuera de lugar, como malas extensiones
Nicki se mantiene alerta, a punto, como bailarinas
Déjame recordarte, también me estoy bronceando
Tu sueño de caramelo, tu chica de Queens
Dicen que soy demasiado bonita, para escupir dieciséis
Debería estar en la pantalla, posando para Maybelline
O ser una chica Baby Phat, gatito en mi jean
Estrella del barrio, Muñeca Barbie Negra
Perdonen, si la arrogancia, les molesta
Solo estoy siendo Nicki Minaj, ¿sabes?
Chica del barrio, sin el L Cool J
Ma' tú escupes Kool-Aid, yo escupo ácido
Haciendo esto desde, que eras Reebok, Duda Clásica
Ahora esta puta, quiere meterse con Nic', ¿por qué?
Porque me ligué a su padre de su bebé, no lo ha visto desde entonces
Nic' tan de barrio, camiseta blanca pequeña, necesita unas Air Max puestas
Algo de Dolce y Gabbana, bragas bonitas puestas
Como, espera a que el verano me encuentre, en el Hummer
De camino al 555 de enfrente, corriendo con el Rucker
Y cada jugador nunca quiere, dar mi número
Solo ese email, Cherry-thong.com
¡Grita! Nombra a una chica, tan real como ella
¡No, ellas no! ¿Quién es tu mejor MC?
Nic, Fox, y Kim, no puedo olvidar a Rem'
Nic' en el Porsche Box, o el Benz
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