Come Go Wit Me
2004
3:56
Official Music Video
Come Go Wit Me by Pharrell Williams
Lyrics & Translation
English
[Pharrell Williams:]
We crew hoppers, twenty-in-a-group shoppers
Don't look at the watch unless you got blue blockers
BBC boats where niggas is true yachters
I got an MBA in how to ball
Surrounded by niggas that sell more powder than y'all
Standing like statues and they proud when they fall
Til then they selling dope round the calendar
They pulling hundred grand up the valet at the mall
Walking slow, like it's a Hype Williams video
Jacob well paid-the ears got a crispy glow
Face like, fuck the world, give me hoes
So you racking up on everything with pretty toes
And fresh babes, looking like colored chalk and
Fat ass, bow-legged like she just started walking
Pass it your man so he can get the number
Once she says her name and where the fuck she come from
She got hope in eyes like she wanna go far
Like Hollywood somewhere but your chain got the stars
You walking with the his, she trying hers
She's dying of thirst, you nice with the words
She's fine with the work so you buying the furs
When you get outside the bitch died, the flying spur
Bentley four-doors from the corridors
From your young stunnas they your couriers
Later on you think of them when you toast in the VIP
Gun on your hip, just in case a niggas set trip
"Come go with me
I make you feel right"
That's what the dope man used to say
Bringing cocaine in the jam
"Come go with me
I'll make you feel right"
That's what all the dope men say
Bringing cocaine in the jam
[Pusha T:]
22 niggas, two to a car
11 flagships with the three-point star
The only other ballers are them 3-point stars
We only 5'9", they think we point guards
No jumper, still at the top of the key
No wonder they thought we was shooting them 3's
Throw numbers, sell for the deuce and the three
Like Air Jordan, it's all in the wrist, turning keys
Your modern day Chardonnay sippers
We throwin' up our middles screaming fuck them other niggas
We spit it out like '94 diddy on them niggas
Ain't worried bout the cost, we know the hoes is counting figures
The games of the rich kids we know what the tricks is
We turn our backs so we can fuck each other's bitches
The lifestyle of the rich and right now
Any Given Sunday in the kitchen, white clouds―Poof!
[Pharrell Williams:]
"Come go with me
I make you feel right"
That's what the dope man used to say
Bringing cocaine in the jam
"Come go with me
I'll make you feel right"
That's what all the dope men say
Bringing cocaine in the jam
[Malice:]
I lean like the tower, balancing the 'caine
Never thought I'd ever have to touch this residue again
He being me don't even count it as a shame
I'm the Clipse, I done been learned to dance when it rain
Like the gospel song, I won't complain
But I won't watch niggas cash in on my pain
Not Jessie grandson, every gram slung
A testament to my momma's tears losing her first son
Wanna know the real coke? Never been a dealer
Never glorified that, just the character it built
The game's real and you find out quick
When you want the Bentley, the Porsche ain't shit
Not a chain from Jacob, what I need is a wake up
And this pain my heart got the weight of an anchor
And still I thank the good Lord for health
And the peace that you get when you right with yourself
[Pharrell Williams:]
"Come go with me
I make you feel right"
That's what the dope man used to say
Bringing cocaine in the jam
"Come go with me
I'll make you feel right"
That's what all the dope men say
Bringing cocaine in the jam
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Come Go Wit Me by Pharrell Williams
Come Go Wit Me* (original Pharrell Williams)
[Pharrell Williams:]
We crew hoppers, twenty-in-a-group shoppers
Don't look at the watch unless you got blue blockers
BBC boats where niggas is true yachters
I got an MBA in how to ball
Surrounded by niggas that sell more powder than y'all
Standing like statues and they proud when they fall
Til then they selling dope round the calendar
They pulling hundred grand up the valet at the mall
Walking slow, like it's a Hype Williams video
Jacob well paid-the ears got a crispy glow
Face like, fuck the world, give me hoes
So you racking up on everything with pretty toes
And fresh babes, looking like colored chalk and
Fat ass, bow-legged like she just started walking
Pass it your man so he can get the number
Once she says her name and where the fuck she come from
She got hope in eyes like she wanna go far
Like Hollywood somewhere but your chain got the stars
You walking with the his, she trying hers
She's dying of thirst, you nice with the words
She's fine with the work so you buying the furs
When you get outside the bitch died, the flying spur
Bentley four-doors from the corridors
From your young stunnas they your couriers
Later on you think of them when you toast in the VIP
Gun on your hip, just in case a niggas set trip
"Come go with me
I make you feel right"
That's what the dope man used to say
Bringing cocaine in the jam
"Come go with me
I'll make you feel right"
That's what all the dope men say
Bringing cocaine in the jam
[Pusha T:]
22 niggas, two to a car
11 flagships with the three-point star
The only other ballers are them 3-point stars
We only 5'9", they think we point guards
No jumper, still at the top of the key
No wonder they thought we was shooting them 3's
Throw numbers, sell for the deuce and the three
Like Air Jordan, it's all in the wrist, turning keys
Your modern day Chardonnay sippers
We throwin' up our middles screaming fuck them other niggas
We spit it out like '94 diddy on them niggas
Ain't worried bout the cost, we know the hoes is counting figures
The games of the rich kids we know what the tricks is
We turn our backs so we can fuck each other's bitches
The lifestyle of the rich and right now
Any Given Sunday in the kitchen, white clouds―Poof!
[Pharrell Williams:]
"Come go with me
I make you feel right"
That's what the dope man used to say
Bringing cocaine in the jam
"Come go with me
I'll make you feel right"
That's what all the dope men say
Bringing cocaine in the jam
[Malice:]
I lean like the tower, balancing the 'caine
Never thought I'd ever have to touch this residue again
He being me don't even count it as a shame
I'm the Clipse, I done been learned to dance when it rain
Like the gospel song, I won't complain
But I won't watch niggas cash in on my pain
Not Jessie grandson, every gram slung
A testament to my momma's tears losing her first son
Wanna know the real coke? Never been a dealer
Never glorified that, just the character it built
The game's real and you find out quick
When you want the Bentley, the Porsche ain't shit
Not a chain from Jacob, what I need is a wake up
And this pain my heart got the weight of an anchor
And still I thank the good Lord for health
And the peace that you get when you right with yourself
[Pharrell Williams:]
"Come go with me
I make you feel right"
That's what the dope man used to say
Bringing cocaine in the jam
"Come go with me
I'll make you feel right"
That's what all the dope men say
Bringing cocaine in the jam
Come Go Wit Me (traducción LyricVerse Team)
[Pharrell Williams:]
Somos saltadores de pandillas, compradores de veinte en grupo
No mires el reloj a menos que tengas bloqueadores azules
Barcos BBC donde los negros son verdaderos yates
Tengo un MBA en cómo triunfar
Rodeado de negros que venden más polvo que ustedes
De pie como estatuas y orgullosos cuando caen
Hasta entonces, venden droga todo el año
Están sacando cien mil del valet en el centro comercial
Caminando lento, como si fuera un video de Hype Williams
Jacob bien pagado, las orejas tienen un brillo nítido
Cara de, que se joda el mundo, dame putas
Así que estás acumulando todo con dedos bonitos
Y chicas frescas, luciendo como tiza de colores y
Culo gordo, piernas arqueadas como si acabara de empezar a caminar
Pásasela a tu hombre para que consiga el número
Una vez que diga su nombre y de dónde carajo viene
Tiene esperanza en los ojos como si quisiera llegar lejos
Como Hollywood en algún lugar pero tu cadena tiene las estrellas
Tú caminando con lo suyo, ella probando lo suyo
Ella se muere de sed, tú eres bueno con las palabras
Ella está bien con el trabajo así que tú compras los abrigos de piel
Cuando sales, la perra murió, el Flying Spur
Bentley de cuatro puertas de los pasillos
De tus jóvenes deslumbrantes, son tus mensajeros
Más tarde piensas en ellos cuando brindas en el VIP
Pistola en la cadera, por si acaso un negro te tiende una trampa
"Ven conmigo
Te haré sentir bien"
Eso es lo que solía decir el traficante
Trayendo cocaína a la fiesta
"Ven conmigo
Te haré sentir bien"
Eso es lo que dicen todos los traficantes
Trayendo cocaína a la fiesta
[Pusha T:]
22 negros, dos por coche
11 buques insignia con la estrella de tres puntas
Los únicos otros jugadores son esas estrellas de 3 puntos
Solo medimos 1.75m, creen que somos bases
Sin salto, todavía en la parte superior de la clave
No es de extrañar que pensaran que estábamos lanzando esos triples
Lanzar números, vender por el dos y el tres
Como Air Jordan, todo está en la muñeca, girando llaves
Sus bebedores de Chardonnay de hoy en día
Levantamos nuestros dedos medios gritando que se jodan esos otros negros
Lo escupimos como Diddy del 94 sobre esos negros
No nos preocupa el costo, sabemos que las putas están contando cifras
Los juegos de los niños ricos, sabemos cuáles son los trucos
Nos damos la espalda para poder follar con las putas de los demás
El estilo de vida de los ricos y ahora mismo
Un domingo cualquiera en la cocina, nubes blancas—¡Puf!
[Pharrell Williams:]
"Ven conmigo
Te haré sentir bien"
Eso es lo que solía decir el traficante
Trayendo cocaína a la fiesta
"Ven conmigo
Te haré sentir bien"
Eso es lo que dicen todos los traficantes
Trayendo cocaína a la fiesta
[Malice:]
Me inclino como la torre, equilibrando la 'coca
Nunca pensé que tendría que tocar este residuo de nuevo
Él siendo yo ni siquiera lo considera una vergüenza
Soy Clipse, ya aprendí a bailar cuando llueve
Como la canción góspel, no me quejaré
Pero no veré a los negros lucrarse con mi dolor
No el nieto de Jessie, cada gramo vendido
Un testamento a las lágrimas de mi mamá perdiendo a su primer hijo
¿Quieres saber la verdadera coca? Nunca fui traficante
Nunca glorifiqué eso, solo el carácter que construyó
El juego es real y te das cuenta rápido
Cuando quieres el Bentley, el Porsche no es nada
No una cadena de Jacob, lo que necesito es un despertar
Y este dolor en mi corazón tiene el peso de un ancla
Y aún así agradezco al buen Señor por la salud
Y la paz que obtienes cuando estás bien contigo mismo
[Pharrell Williams:]
"Ven conmigo
Te haré sentir bien"
Eso es lo que solía decir el traficante
Trayendo cocaína a la fiesta
"Ven conmigo
Te haré sentir bien"
Eso es lo que dicen todos los traficantes
Trayendo cocaína a la fiesta
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