The Message
2005
4:45
Official Music Video
The Message by Pharrell Williams
Lyrics & Translation
English
Yessur!
S-Choir and GQ
Don't kid yourself trying to save me too
Rigged yourself of thinking that me is you
You ain't me and nigga you can't be
I got the flow the regular so ahead of ya
The virtue hurts you 30 thousand for the cellular
I got a million in the air
Secret service men you don't know that they there
Gangsta Grizzill!
I got a lifetime supply of ice creams!
S-Choir and GQ
Don't kid yourself trying to save me too
Rigged yourself of thinking that me is you
You ain't me and nigga you can't be
I got the flow the regular so ahead of ya
The virtue hurts you 30 thousand for the cellular
I got a million in the air
Secret service men you don't know that they there
You can't assassinate when I'm in my flashy state
They smugglin the actors with the Accolate
She hungry she wanna know how soon
Chill ma we got Mr. Chilles in the room
Eat how you supposed ta, sleep how you supposed ta
Sit in the muthafucking back seat like you supposed ta
This for certain we totally urk em
Put down the window but leave up the curtain
Fuck with their minds and do the reversin
Open up the boat with your grill just smirkin
Gangsta grizzill bright light like a vigil
The watch full of water but I guess it's on chizzill
Don't get izzill cause if it get for real
The AK-47 assault rifle
Don't get up for more cause I'll hit you with rifle
Or hit you in the spine and leave that ass cripple
All of you is dizzil or cat tizzil
Bubble in the heat so they temperature sizzle
You niggas rizzil
Gangsta Grill!
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of The Message by Pharrell Williams
The Message* (original Pharrell Williams)
Yessur!
S-Choir and GQ
Don't kid yourself trying to save me too
Rigged yourself of thinking that me is you
You ain't me and nigga you can't be
I got the flow the regular so ahead of ya
The virtue hurts you 30 thousand for the cellular
I got a million in the air
Secret service men you don't know that they there
Gangsta Grizzill!
I got a lifetime supply of ice creams!
S-Choir and GQ
Don't kid yourself trying to save me too
Rigged yourself of thinking that me is you
You ain't me and nigga you can't be
I got the flow the regular so ahead of ya
The virtue hurts you 30 thousand for the cellular
I got a million in the air
Secret service men you don't know that they there
You can't assassinate when I'm in my flashy state
They smugglin the actors with the Accolate
She hungry she wanna know how soon
Chill ma we got Mr. Chilles in the room
Eat how you supposed ta, sleep how you supposed ta
Sit in the muthafucking back seat like you supposed ta
This for certain we totally urk em
Put down the window but leave up the curtain
Fuck with their minds and do the reversin
Open up the boat with your grill just smirkin
Gangsta grizzill bright light like a vigil
The watch full of water but I guess it's on chizzill
Don't get izzill cause if it get for real
The AK-47 assault rifle
Don't get up for more cause I'll hit you with rifle
Or hit you in the spine and leave that ass cripple
All of you is dizzil or cat tizzil
Bubble in the heat so they temperature sizzle
You niggas rizzil
Gangsta Grill!
The Message (traducción LyricVerse Team)
¡Sí, señor!
S-Choir y GQ
No te engañes intentando salvarme también
Te engañaste pensando que yo soy tú
Tú no eres yo y, negro, no puedes serlo
Tengo el flow, lo normal, tan por delante de ti
La virtud te duele, treinta mil por el celular
Tengo un millón en el aire
Hombres del servicio secreto, no sabes que están ahí
¡Gangsta Grizzill!
¡Tengo un suministro de helados para toda la vida!
S-Choir y GQ
No te engañes intentando salvarme también
Te engañaste pensando que yo soy tú
Tú no eres yo y, negro, no puedes serlo
Tengo el flow, lo normal, tan por delante de ti
La virtud te duele, treinta mil por el celular
Tengo un millón en el aire
Hombres del servicio secreto, no sabes que están ahí
No puedes asesinar cuando estoy en mi estado llamativo
Están contrabandeando a los actores con el Accolate
Ella tiene hambre, quiere saber qué tan pronto
Tranquila, mami, tenemos al Sr. Chilles en la habitación
Come como se supone, duerme como se supone
Siéntate en el puto asiento trasero como se supone
Esto es seguro, los molestamos totalmente
Baja la ventana pero deja la cortina
Jode con sus mentes y haz lo inverso
Abre el barco con tu sonrisa burlona
Gangsta grizzill, luz brillante como una vigilia
El reloj lleno de agua, pero supongo que está en chizzill
No te pongas izzill porque si se pone serio
El rifle de asalto AK-47
No te levantes por más porque te golpearé con el rifle
O golpearte en la columna y dejar ese culo lisiado
Todos ustedes son dizzil o cat tizzil
Burbujean en el calor, así que su temperatura chisporrotea
Ustedes, negros, rizzil
¡Gangsta Grill!
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