Gangsta Grillz
2007
4:52
Official Music Video
Gangsta Grillz by Pharrell Williams
Lyrics & Translation
English
Yup, yup, yessir
Yup, yup, yessir
Ayo, let me enlighten y'all, let me spark this shit
We amongst the yellow juice sippers and the kush crumblers
The diesel distributors and coca tumblers
We shut down the club in amazement for those that are under us
The go-pro bitches, they wanna run with us
Wanna blow me slowly, speed it up, fuck it, just run with us
Wanna have fun with us, not be distraught and sick
Cause when the Enzo pull up, nigga park yo' whip
Spectators be yapping on some Bob Costa shit
I ain't just talking shit, I'm Marcus Vick
Without the Heisman Trophy but with the Hawaiian Sophies
Frequent flyer miles, I be flying, them hoes be
The chain tucked your sight 'cause you eyeing it grossly
Reach is a toothbrush, the iron is close, we
Keep me surrounded, so please don't try it
Them po' don't think, no time to decide it
Unless you wanna be in the papers, and you headlining
Your whole fucking name followed by 'he dying'
If that was your food for thought you should go on a diet, haha
I just fried it
Yup, yup, yessir
Yup, yup, yessir
Yup, yup, yessir
Yup, yup, yessir
I just arrived in a five-star hotel out in Hotlanta
Speeding away from a van filled with bitches with cameras
The flash hits my ear, blinds 'em all with the gamma
Me and a stripper, she got a bubble and that cute Southern grammar
You know the type, probably stripped from Texas to Tampa
Waiting to lie, telling you it was for college or Pampers
But I go through drastic measures not to ask as pleasure
I trade the gas and breakfast for the ass and the headers
Then "Top of the morning to ya," now she gotta zoom home
She gotta dance all night until the moon's gone
We head to Magic City, gotta hit a new zone
All you see is pearls, silent colors, two tones
On your life, nigga, nothing but tombstones
Some many Phantoms, the parking lot look like a graveyard
It's the domain where err'body play God
The underlings is king, ordering more by the card
Throw 20 grand up whenever Jeezy says "Yeah"
Give a new meaning to the phrase, "There's money in the air"
I was there
Yup, yup, yessir
Yup, yup, yessir
Yup, yup, yessir
Yup, yup, yessir
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Gangsta Grillz by Pharrell Williams
Gangsta Grillz* (original Pharrell Williams)
Yup, yup, yessir
Yup, yup, yessir
Ayo, let me enlighten y'all, let me spark this shit
We amongst the yellow juice sippers and the kush crumblers
The diesel distributors and coca tumblers
We shut down the club in amazement for those that are under us
The go-pro bitches, they wanna run with us
Wanna blow me slowly, speed it up, fuck it, just run with us
Wanna have fun with us, not be distraught and sick
Cause when the Enzo pull up, nigga park yo' whip
Spectators be yapping on some Bob Costa shit
I ain't just talking shit, I'm Marcus Vick
Without the Heisman Trophy but with the Hawaiian Sophies
Frequent flyer miles, I be flying, them hoes be
The chain tucked your sight 'cause you eyeing it grossly
Reach is a toothbrush, the iron is close, we
Keep me surrounded, so please don't try it
Them po' don't think, no time to decide it
Unless you wanna be in the papers, and you headlining
Your whole fucking name followed by 'he dying'
If that was your food for thought you should go on a diet, haha
I just fried it
Yup, yup, yessir
Yup, yup, yessir
Yup, yup, yessir
Yup, yup, yessir
I just arrived in a five-star hotel out in Hotlanta
Speeding away from a van filled with bitches with cameras
The flash hits my ear, blinds 'em all with the gamma
Me and a stripper, she got a bubble and that cute Southern grammar
You know the type, probably stripped from Texas to Tampa
Waiting to lie, telling you it was for college or Pampers
But I go through drastic measures not to ask as pleasure
I trade the gas and breakfast for the ass and the headers
Then "Top of the morning to ya," now she gotta zoom home
She gotta dance all night until the moon's gone
We head to Magic City, gotta hit a new zone
All you see is pearls, silent colors, two tones
On your life, nigga, nothing but tombstones
Some many Phantoms, the parking lot look like a graveyard
It's the domain where err'body play God
The underlings is king, ordering more by the card
Throw 20 grand up whenever Jeezy says "Yeah"
Give a new meaning to the phrase, "There's money in the air"
I was there
Yup, yup, yessir
Yup, yup, yessir
Yup, yup, yessir
Yup, yup, yessir
Gangsta Grillz (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Sí, sí, señor
Sí, sí, señor
Ayo, déjenme iluminarlos, déjenme encender esto
Estamos entre los que beben jugo amarillo y los que desmenuzan kush
Los distribuidores de diésel y los que voltean coca
Cerramos el club asombrando a los que están debajo de nosotros
Las perras go-pro, quieren correr con nosotros
Quieren chuparme lento, acelera, a la mierda, solo corre con nosotros
Quieren divertirse con nosotros, no estar angustiadas y enfermas
Porque cuando el Enzo llega, negro, estaciona tu coche
Los espectadores parlotean como Bob Costa
No solo hablo mierda, soy Marcus Vick
Sin el Trofeo Heisman pero con las Sophies hawaianas
Millas de viajero frecuente, yo vuelo, esas putas están
La cadena escondida de tu vista porque la miras con asco
El alcance es un cepillo de dientes, la plancha está cerca, nosotros
Manténganme rodeado, así que por favor no lo intenten
Esos pobres no piensan, no hay tiempo para decidirlo
A menos que quieras salir en los periódicos, y seas el titular
Todo tu puto nombre seguido de 'él está muriendo'
Si esa fue tu comida para el pensamiento, deberías hacer dieta, jaja
Acabo de freírlo
Sí, sí, señor
Sí, sí, señor
Sí, sí, señor
Sí, sí, señor
Acabo de llegar a un hotel de cinco estrellas en Hotlanta
Huyendo a toda velocidad de una furgoneta llena de perras con cámaras
El flash golpea mi oído, los ciega a todos con la gamma
Yo y una stripper, ella tiene un trasero y esa linda gramática sureña
Conoces el tipo, probablemente bailó de Texas a Tampa
Esperando para mentir, diciéndote que fue por la universidad o pañales
Pero tomo medidas drásticas para no pedir como placer
Cambio la gasolina y el desayuno por el trasero y los encabezados
Luego "Buenos días," ahora tiene que irse a casa rápido
Ella tiene que bailar toda la noche hasta que la luna se haya ido
Nos dirigimos a Magic City, tenemos que ir a una nueva zona
Todo lo que ves son perlas, colores silenciosos, dos tonos
Por tu vida, negro, nada más que lápidas
Tantos Phantoms, el estacionamiento parece un cementerio
Es el dominio donde todo el mundo juega a ser Dios
Los subordinados son reyes, pidiendo más con la tarjeta
Lanza 20 mil cuando Jeezy dice "Sí"
Da un nuevo significado a la frase, "Hay dinero en el aire"
Yo estuve allí
Sí, sí, señor
Sí, sí, señor
Sí, sí, señor
Sí, sí, señor
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