Liquid Swords
2005
3:33
Official Music Video
Liquid Swords by Pharrell Williams
Lyrics & Translation
English
Choose the sword, and you join me
Choose the ball, and you join your mother... in death
You don't understand my words, but you must choose
So... come boy, choose life or death
Serious? You can't be serious
(I think so)
You niggas can't be serious (I think so)
(This is what they wanted)
Tuff guy nada, but it spots shit Ohada
Finish with the spinach Like the little nigga Popeye
Scarf by Escada, boots by Prada
Hermes bag and rag and sex with Yada Yanna
Liberace chains, hold my neck like an anchor
Love to my fans, you bought it so I thank ya
If you're a hater then I'm glad that I ain't ya
Couldn't see the light like baby Jesus in a manger
We wanted this life we salivated like wolves
Blow a hundred grand on L.V. leather goods
Lift up the doors, open trunk, open hood
Enzo horse power, crank it up and hear the hooves
My notebook was my hustle and flow stash
Young and ludicrous, my life had just crashed
Oooh had a chilly chilly past
Look at the Ice Cream symbol that's why the nigga laugh
I'm all about angels so I try to do that
But I only ended up with burning stubs on my back
So with that said lil' Skateboard's back
On the corner doubling down bricks to sell that track
Trying to drive that dress LR
Or laid back in back of that laid back
You know puffing on a Cuban cigar
In Brazil with Hype Williams watching the play back
This is living got to watch out for the driven
They'll kidnap your understanding and stab up your wisdom
One hit of that boy, boy, them niggas is schizing
Hog tie the family and blood bath the kitchen
This is a recipe to make niggas hate you
Face on the Newsweek the actress want to date you
Icecream boutique the Icecream skate shoe
Twelve pages in the women's American Vogue
Chanel ceramic watches just share with your hoes
Goyard trunks to travel there with your clothes
The engine just hums to send in the air and it goes
Lisa's in the lavatory she's puffing kush
Sara's on my lap with her head humming push
Shrimp and French fries right before I land
You take the ketchup and tell me where I am
Green Lantern it's your motherfucking man
Skateboard yessir
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Liquid Swords by Pharrell Williams
Liquid Swords* (original Pharrell Williams)
Choose the sword, and you join me
Choose the ball, and you join your mother... in death
You don't understand my words, but you must choose
So... come boy, choose life or death
Serious? You can't be serious
(I think so)
You niggas can't be serious (I think so)
(This is what they wanted)
Tuff guy nada, but it spots shit Ohada
Finish with the spinach Like the little nigga Popeye
Scarf by Escada, boots by Prada
Hermes bag and rag and sex with Yada Yanna
Liberace chains, hold my neck like an anchor
Love to my fans, you bought it so I thank ya
If you're a hater then I'm glad that I ain't ya
Couldn't see the light like baby Jesus in a manger
We wanted this life we salivated like wolves
Blow a hundred grand on L.V. leather goods
Lift up the doors, open trunk, open hood
Enzo horse power, crank it up and hear the hooves
My notebook was my hustle and flow stash
Young and ludicrous, my life had just crashed
Oooh had a chilly chilly past
Look at the Ice Cream symbol that's why the nigga laugh
I'm all about angels so I try to do that
But I only ended up with burning stubs on my back
So with that said lil' Skateboard's back
On the corner doubling down bricks to sell that track
Trying to drive that dress LR
Or laid back in back of that laid back
You know puffing on a Cuban cigar
In Brazil with Hype Williams watching the play back
This is living got to watch out for the driven
They'll kidnap your understanding and stab up your wisdom
One hit of that boy, boy, them niggas is schizing
Hog tie the family and blood bath the kitchen
This is a recipe to make niggas hate you
Face on the Newsweek the actress want to date you
Icecream boutique the Icecream skate shoe
Twelve pages in the women's American Vogue
Chanel ceramic watches just share with your hoes
Goyard trunks to travel there with your clothes
The engine just hums to send in the air and it goes
Lisa's in the lavatory she's puffing kush
Sara's on my lap with her head humming push
Shrimp and French fries right before I land
You take the ketchup and tell me where I am
Green Lantern it's your motherfucking man
Skateboard yessir
Liquid Swords (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Elige la espada, y te unes a mí
Elige la bola, y te unes a tu madre... en la muerte
No entiendes mis palabras, pero debes elegir
Así que... ven chico, elige vida o muerte
¿En serio? No puedes estar hablando en serio
(Creo que sí)
Ustedes, negros, no pueden estar hablando en serio (creo que sí)
(Esto es lo que querían)
Tipo duro nada, pero detecta mierda Ohada
Termina con la espinaca Como el pequeño negro Popeye
Bufanda de Escada, botas de Prada
Bolso Hermes y trapo y sexo con Yada Yanna
Cadenas Liberace, sujetan mi cuello como un ancla
Amor a mis fans, lo compraron así que les doy las gracias
Si eres un hater, me alegro de no ser tú
No podía ver la luz como el niño Jesús en un pesebre
Queríamos esta vida, salivábamos como lobos
Gastar cien mil en artículos de cuero L.V.
Levantar las puertas, abrir el maletero, abrir el capó
Caballos de fuerza Enzo, enciéndelo y escucha los cascos
Mi cuaderno era mi escondite de 'hustle and flow'
Joven y ridículo, mi vida acababa de estrellarse
Oooh tuve un pasado muy frío
Mira el símbolo de Ice Cream, por eso el negro ríe
Soy todo sobre ángeles, así que intento hacer eso
Pero solo terminé con muñones quemados en mi espalda
Así que dicho esto, el pequeño Skateboard está de vuelta
En la esquina doblando ladrillos para vender esa pista
Intentando conducir ese vestido LR
O recostado en la parte trasera de ese coche de lujo
Sabes, fumando un puro cubano
En Brasil con Hype Williams viendo la repetición
Esto es vivir, hay que tener cuidado con los ambiciosos
Secuestrarán tu entendimiento y apuñalarán tu sabiduría
Un golpe de ese chico, chico, esos negros están enloqueciendo
Atar a la familia y bañar la cocina en sangre
Esta es una receta para hacer que los negros te odien
Tu cara en Newsweek, la actriz quiere salir contigo
Boutique Icecream, la zapatilla de skate Icecream
Doce páginas en la Vogue americana para mujeres
Relojes de cerámica Chanel, solo comparte con tus putas
Baúles Goyard para viajar allí con tu ropa
El motor solo zumba para impulsar el aire y avanza
Lisa está en el lavabo, está fumando kush
Sara está en mi regazo con su cabeza tarareando 'push'
Camarones y papas fritas justo antes de aterrizar
Toma el kétchup y dime dónde estoy
Linterna Verde, es tu puto hombre
Skateboard sí señor
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