This Is The Life
2024
3:10
Official Music Video
This Is The Life by Pharrell Williams
Lyrics & Translation
English
Yo
BBCIceCream.com!
Uh-huh
(Gangsta!) iPod king!
Skateboard P
As I like to refer to myself
Let's go, P! (Gangsta!)
I ain't one of them neir- you know (Gangsta!), weird niggas (Ill!) referring to hisself in third person (Gangsta!)
Gangsta!
Haha
Ayo, fuck these niggas! Do you!
I know they love me (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!)
What's up with Skateboard P? Is he that dope-uh?
Is he really Barry Bonds? Is he that Sosa? (Oh! Cannon!)
I'm on a PJ sofa reading Deepak Chopra
Tryna figure out how I'ma act on Oprah (Get back)
What's up with Skateboard P? Is he that dope-uh?
Is he really Barry Bonds? Is he that Sosa?
I'm on a PJ sofa reading Deepak Chopra
Tryna figure out how I'ma act on Oprah
My mama like, "What you glorifying hustlers for?" (Huh?)
Ma, it's God's movie, I'm just doing the score (Gangsta!)
Yeah, nigga, to motivate you and your whore
For more chips, bigger cribs and a few of them Porsches (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
Shawn make hustler music; Em make fight music
I make beige music; I make white music
Hype, needles inducing, how you wanna try? (Huh?)
What's your vehicle of choice? How you wanna kiss the sky?
And they protect themselves, gassing potatoes, do your facials
Get your T-zones and clean out your pores
I'm not really sure the forty makes a whole
But it removes the dead skin and exfoliates your soul, nigga (Virginia, nigga!)
P, I got love for you-love 'til I die
You my motherfucker (Ugh)
Make a hater cry the tears of a dove for you
Bust a couple slugs for you
Just 'cause you my bruh from anuh' mother
So fitting, snake [?]
Make one of the curlers cry, they world gon' fry
The only thing you seeing from my boroughs is fly
So when a nigga talk shit, don't worry 'bout it
Paramedics in his crib, had to carry him out it
Don't ever raise your voice or let your temperature rise
I got the four-five with hollow-flies into the dive
Let him rest and leave maggots in him (Maggots with him)
Let him talk about his vest, he should've had it with him (Ugh)
Had it on him, hundred, kept it with him (With him)
Had his weapons with him (yeah)
And he ain't walking alone, let's hope the Shepherd with him
Yeah, I drag him through the Valley of Death and out of a breath
His heart jump right out of his chest, but fuck him
Dramatic!
See, I don't if y'all niggas know, but it's a lot going on right now
It's a lot of business moves being made off-screen
When the music stops
Skateboard P, DJ Drama
Hahahaha
That's a lot of money right there
Oh yeah, we definitely eating
And I'm talking 'bout before lunchtime!
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of This Is The Life by Pharrell Williams
This Is The Life* (original Pharrell Williams)
Yo
BBCIceCream.com!
Uh-huh
(Gangsta!) iPod king!
Skateboard P
As I like to refer to myself
Let's go, P! (Gangsta!)
I ain't one of them neir- you know (Gangsta!), weird niggas (Ill!) referring to hisself in third person (Gangsta!)
Gangsta!
Haha
Ayo, fuck these niggas! Do you!
I know they love me (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!)
What's up with Skateboard P? Is he that dope-uh?
Is he really Barry Bonds? Is he that Sosa? (Oh! Cannon!)
I'm on a PJ sofa reading Deepak Chopra
Tryna figure out how I'ma act on Oprah (Get back)
What's up with Skateboard P? Is he that dope-uh?
Is he really Barry Bonds? Is he that Sosa?
I'm on a PJ sofa reading Deepak Chopra
Tryna figure out how I'ma act on Oprah
My mama like, "What you glorifying hustlers for?" (Huh?)
Ma, it's God's movie, I'm just doing the score (Gangsta!)
Yeah, nigga, to motivate you and your whore
For more chips, bigger cribs and a few of them Porsches (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
Shawn make hustler music; Em make fight music
I make beige music; I make white music
Hype, needles inducing, how you wanna try? (Huh?)
What's your vehicle of choice? How you wanna kiss the sky?
And they protect themselves, gassing potatoes, do your facials
Get your T-zones and clean out your pores
I'm not really sure the forty makes a whole
But it removes the dead skin and exfoliates your soul, nigga (Virginia, nigga!)
P, I got love for you-love 'til I die
You my motherfucker (Ugh)
Make a hater cry the tears of a dove for you
Bust a couple slugs for you
Just 'cause you my bruh from anuh' mother
So fitting, snake [?]
Make one of the curlers cry, they world gon' fry
The only thing you seeing from my boroughs is fly
So when a nigga talk shit, don't worry 'bout it
Paramedics in his crib, had to carry him out it
Don't ever raise your voice or let your temperature rise
I got the four-five with hollow-flies into the dive
Let him rest and leave maggots in him (Maggots with him)
Let him talk about his vest, he should've had it with him (Ugh)
Had it on him, hundred, kept it with him (With him)
Had his weapons with him (yeah)
And he ain't walking alone, let's hope the Shepherd with him
Yeah, I drag him through the Valley of Death and out of a breath
His heart jump right out of his chest, but fuck him
Dramatic!
See, I don't if y'all niggas know, but it's a lot going on right now
It's a lot of business moves being made off-screen
When the music stops
Skateboard P, DJ Drama
Hahahaha
That's a lot of money right there
Oh yeah, we definitely eating
And I'm talking 'bout before lunchtime!
This Is The Life (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Yo
BBCIceCream.com!
Uh-huh
(Gangsta!) iPod king!
Skateboard P
Como me gusta referirme a mí mismo
¡Vamos, P! (Gangsta!)
No soy uno de esos neir- ya sabes (Gangsta!), negros raros (Ill!) refiriéndose a sí mismo en tercera persona (Gangsta!)
Gangsta!
Haha
¡Ayo, a la mierda estos negros! ¡Haz lo tuyo!
Sé que me aman (Gangsta Grillz, ¡cabrones!)
¿Qué pasa con Skateboard P? ¿Es tan genial?
¿Es realmente Barry Bonds? ¿Es ese Sosa? (¡Oh! Cannon!)
Estoy en un sofá de PJ leyendo a Deepak Chopra
Tratando de averiguar cómo voy a actuar en Oprah (Get back)
¿Qué pasa con Skateboard P? ¿Es tan genial?
¿Es realmente Barry Bonds? ¿Es ese Sosa?
Estoy en un sofá de PJ leyendo a Deepak Chopra
Tratando de averiguar cómo voy a actuar en Oprah
Mi mamá dice, "¿Por qué glorificas a los traficantes?" (¿Eh?)
Ma, es la película de Dios, yo solo hago la banda sonora (Gangsta!)
Sí, negro, para motivarte a ti y a tu puta
Para más dinero, casas más grandes y algunos de esos Porsches (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
Shawn hace música de traficantes; Em hace música de pelea
Yo hago música beige; yo hago música blanca
Hype, agujas induciendo, ¿cómo quieres probar? (¿Eh?)
¿Cuál es tu vehículo preferido? ¿Cómo quieres besar el cielo?
Y se protegen, gaseando patatas, haz tus faciales
Consigue tus zonas T y limpia tus poros
No estoy muy seguro de que el cuarenta haga un todo
Pero quita la piel muerta y exfolia tu alma, negro (¡Virginia, negro!)
P, tengo amor por ti, amor hasta que muera
Eres mi hijo de puta (Ugh)
Haz que un hater llore las lágrimas de una paloma por ti
Dispara un par de balas por ti
Solo porque eres mi hermano de otra madre
Tan apropiado, serpiente [?]
Haz que uno de los rizadores llore, su mundo se va a freír
Lo único que ves de mis barrios es genial
Así que cuando un negro hable mierda, no te preocupes por eso
Paramédicos en su casa, tuvieron que sacarlo de allí
Nunca levantes la voz ni dejes que tu temperatura suba
Tengo la .45 con balas huecas en la inmersión
Déjalo descansar y déjale gusanos (Gusanos con él)
Déjalo hablar de su chaleco, debió haberlo tenido consigo (Ugh)
Lo tenía puesto, cien, lo mantuvo consigo (With him)
Tenía sus armas consigo (yeah)
Y no camina solo, esperemos que el Pastor esté con él
Sí, lo arrastro por el Valle de la Muerte y sin aliento
Su corazón salta de su pecho, pero a la mierda con él
¡Dramático!
Mira, no sé si ustedes, negros, lo saben, pero están pasando muchas cosas ahora mismo
Se están haciendo muchos movimientos de negocios fuera de pantalla
Cuando la música para
Skateboard P, DJ Drama
Hahahaha
Eso es mucho dinero ahí
Oh sí, definitivamente estamos comiendo
¡Y estoy hablando de antes del almuerzo!
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