Reminisce
2005
4:45
Official Music Video
Reminisce by Pharrell Williams
Lyrics & Translation
English
Go get my shit, nigga (Hey)
Haha, this is some West Coast shit (Yessir, hey)
The iPod King
And the Yessir Man
Hey
Haha
Gangsta Gri-Zillz!
Rest in peace, Tookie
I didn't know you, but my man, Jamie, absolutely
Plus, my man, Snoopy (A dedication!)
Whether you were guilty or not, they terminated you, truthfully
You scribbled on your loose-leaf to try to make the youth see
Not the bangin', if you died, don't riot
Shh, listen to the radio, be quiet
I think that Crip niggas and Blood bitches should have a lovechild
I know that'd make Big Boy and Fuzz smile
If you born of the wound, then you are a blood child
And where do you live? Your Crip-I mean, "crib"
Same noun, same verb, same adjective
And die of gunshots, drugs, cancer, or HIV
See, Jay was right when he was like, "Can I live?"
Young bangers in the street, man, and they don't miss
I had a soon-to-be-rider on my skate team
But haters is insomniacs, you know, they hate the dream
From the LBC, you think he escaped that, right?
'Cause he skate? Hell, no, man, they killed Black Mike
Him and T skated my ramp, man, that was my last memory
Went back to Cali', man, they took the boy instantly (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
That was hard on my boy, Terry Kennedy (My nigga, Terry Kennedy, what up?)
Lost his ma, lost his pa
Bullet in his jaw, gun charge, man, a gun in the car
I get a call, I can hear the tears of his grandma
Then God was like, "Nah, leave him alone, he's one of ours
He's got wings on his back, and he's destined for the stars"
Catch 'em in the Beverly Center, gettin' in his car
It's funny, when the nigga smile, you could see the scar
But that don't make him proud, he'd rather get a crowd
Fifteen stair-rails, holdin' his dick, screamin' loud
I'm just spittin', ain't tryna bug, you know
We ain't perfect but, He still love you, though
Can't forget the Ice Cream skate team!
Yeah, He still love you though
Ice Cream skate sneakers in stores-go get 'em!
Yeah, we ain't perfect, He still love you though
Yeah, hahaha, He still love you though (Dr-Dr-)
Yeah, Skateboard, yessir (Dramatic!)
Yeah, I think we convinced y'all
AMG, Star Trak-it's another reason to get angry
Hahaha, ah, man
Hahaha, hahahaha
BBCIceCream dot com
TheAphilliates dot com
Let's get money
Y'all can get money, too
Y'all can get a lot of money
Just follow in our footsteps
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Reminisce by Pharrell Williams
Reminisce* (original Pharrell Williams)
Go get my shit, nigga (Hey)
Haha, this is some West Coast shit (Yessir, hey)
The iPod King
And the Yessir Man
Hey
Haha
Gangsta Gri-Zillz!
Rest in peace, Tookie
I didn't know you, but my man, Jamie, absolutely
Plus, my man, Snoopy (A dedication!)
Whether you were guilty or not, they terminated you, truthfully
You scribbled on your loose-leaf to try to make the youth see
Not the bangin', if you died, don't riot
Shh, listen to the radio, be quiet
I think that Crip niggas and Blood bitches should have a lovechild
I know that'd make Big Boy and Fuzz smile
If you born of the wound, then you are a blood child
And where do you live? Your Crip-I mean, "crib"
Same noun, same verb, same adjective
And die of gunshots, drugs, cancer, or HIV
See, Jay was right when he was like, "Can I live?"
Young bangers in the street, man, and they don't miss
I had a soon-to-be-rider on my skate team
But haters is insomniacs, you know, they hate the dream
From the LBC, you think he escaped that, right?
'Cause he skate? Hell, no, man, they killed Black Mike
Him and T skated my ramp, man, that was my last memory
Went back to Cali', man, they took the boy instantly (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
That was hard on my boy, Terry Kennedy (My nigga, Terry Kennedy, what up?)
Lost his ma, lost his pa
Bullet in his jaw, gun charge, man, a gun in the car
I get a call, I can hear the tears of his grandma
Then God was like, "Nah, leave him alone, he's one of ours
He's got wings on his back, and he's destined for the stars"
Catch 'em in the Beverly Center, gettin' in his car
It's funny, when the nigga smile, you could see the scar
But that don't make him proud, he'd rather get a crowd
Fifteen stair-rails, holdin' his dick, screamin' loud
I'm just spittin', ain't tryna bug, you know
We ain't perfect but, He still love you, though
Can't forget the Ice Cream skate team!
Yeah, He still love you though
Ice Cream skate sneakers in stores-go get 'em!
Yeah, we ain't perfect, He still love you though
Yeah, hahaha, He still love you though (Dr-Dr-)
Yeah, Skateboard, yessir (Dramatic!)
Yeah, I think we convinced y'all
AMG, Star Trak-it's another reason to get angry
Hahaha, ah, man
Hahaha, hahahaha
BBCIceCream dot com
TheAphilliates dot com
Let's get money
Y'all can get money, too
Y'all can get a lot of money
Just follow in our footsteps
Reminisce (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Ve por mis cosas, nigga (Hey)
Jaja, esto es mierda de la Costa Oeste (Sí señor, hey)
El Rey del iPod
Y el Hombre Sí Señor
Hey
Jaja
Gangsta Gri-Zillz!
Descansa en paz, Tookie
No te conocía, pero mi amigo, Jamie, absolutamente
Además, mi amigo, Snoopy (¡Una dedicación!)
Fueras culpable o no, te ejecutaron, la verdad
Garabateaste en tu hoja suelta para intentar que la juventud viera
No la violencia, si moriste, no se amotinen
Shh, escucha la radio, cállate
Creo que los niggas Crip y las bitches Blood deberían tener un hijo del amor
Sé que eso haría sonreír a Big Boy y Fuzz
Si naciste de la herida, entonces eres un hijo de sangre
¿Y dónde vives? Tu Crip-quiero decir, "casa"
Mismo sustantivo, mismo verbo, mismo adjetivo
Y morir de disparos, drogas, cáncer o VIH
Ves, Jay tenía razón cuando dijo, "¿Puedo vivir?"
Jóvenes pandilleros en la calle, hombre, y no fallan
Tenía un futuro rider en mi equipo de skate
Pero los haters son insomnes, sabes, odian el sueño
De LBC, ¿crees que escapó de eso, verdad?
¿Porque patina? Demonios, no, hombre, mataron a Black Mike
Él y T patinaron en mi rampa, hombre, esa fue mi última memoria
Volvió a Cali', hombre, se llevaron al chico al instante (¡Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
Eso fue duro para mi chico, Terry Kennedy (Mi nigga, Terry Kennedy, ¿qué onda?)
Perdió a su mamá, perdió a su papá
Bala en la mandíbula, cargo por arma, hombre, un arma en el coche
Recibo una llamada, puedo oír las lágrimas de su abuela
Entonces Dios dijo, "Nah, déjenlo en paz, es uno de los nuestros"
Tiene alas en la espalda, y está destinado a las estrellas
Lo ves en el Beverly Center, subiendo a su coche
Es gracioso, cuando el nigga sonríe, puedes ver la cicatriz
Pero eso no lo enorgullece, preferiría una multitud
Quince barandales de escaleras, sujetándose el pene, gritando fuerte
Solo estoy rapeando, no intento molestar, sabes
No somos perfectos pero, Él todavía te ama, sin embargo
¡No puedo olvidar al equipo de skate Ice Cream!
Sí, Él todavía te ama, sin embargo
Zapatillas de skate Ice Cream en tiendas-¡ve por ellas!
Sí, no somos perfectos, Él todavía te ama, sin embargo
Sí, jajaja, Él todavía te ama, sin embargo (Dr-Dr-)
Sí, Skateboard, sí señor (¡Dramático!)
Sí, creo que los convencimos
AMG, Star Trak-es otra razón para enojarse
Jajaja, ah, hombre
Jajaja, jajajaja
BBCIceCream punto com
TheAphilliates punto com
Vamos a hacer dinero
Ustedes también pueden hacer dinero
Ustedes pueden hacer mucho dinero
Solo sigan nuestros pasos
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