Word To The Motherland
2024
3:10
Official Music Video
Word To The Motherland by Pharrell Williams
Lyrics & Translation
English
Nah, nah dude seriously, did I monster that?
Did I monster that though? It's nothin'
Uh, check it out (Gangsta Grizzil)
Real niggas save up for out-of-state, but collect stash houses
Drive Jeep wagons taxidermy their couches
Getting small dope, fuck LV pouches
On the corner selling' that tiger, you can tell how they crouch
I've seen pictures of Jimmy Henchman when he was in jail
Fresh beeper, fresh chain, fresh sneaker detail
Like he could, order anything from hits to sales
Like he in the four seasons ordering cocktails
Real gangsta's do it, they don't have to prove it
The keys is spoken for, you don't tell 'em to move it
They operate just like sleuths
They flow, fiends and hoes as they conduits
Like the three letter crew out in ATL
Got the Feds scratching they heads sayin', "will they please tell"
The nigga Em is like the new Rayfel
With police escorts that's louder than a Ray shot sale (Uh-Huh)
And you get indicted, get your Steinberg's to fight it
He paid that way, you think he ain't gon' write it?
The feds get excited, not knowin' the con's inside it
So against the day decided before they even tried it (Gangsta)
Now back to the necessity if you gon' supply it
All your weak links, Donald Trump, and nigga you're fired
I did my research, my street exposure reworked
I was too busy drivin' in Zo's and hoes bezerk
Now remember, who got you hired?
Who both, educate and spit the shit you like?
Now analyze the picture that the non-thug drew
Sip your Corona, and puff your bud too
Time for the, time for the, best of the best (Time for the, time for the, best)
The new double-R drive with BBC on my chest (The new double-R driver BBC on my chest)
When you got your marked Jigga boots with the LV dress (Marked Jigga boots with the LV dress)
Yeah, well holla at the kid, yessir, nothin' less (Holla at the kid, yessir, nothin' less)
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Word To The Motherland by Pharrell Williams
Word To The Motherland* (original Pharrell Williams)
Nah, nah dude seriously, did I monster that?
Did I monster that though? It's nothin'
Uh, check it out (Gangsta Grizzil)
Real niggas save up for out-of-state, but collect stash houses
Drive Jeep wagons taxidermy their couches
Getting small dope, fuck LV pouches
On the corner selling' that tiger, you can tell how they crouch
I've seen pictures of Jimmy Henchman when he was in jail
Fresh beeper, fresh chain, fresh sneaker detail
Like he could, order anything from hits to sales
Like he in the four seasons ordering cocktails
Real gangsta's do it, they don't have to prove it
The keys is spoken for, you don't tell 'em to move it
They operate just like sleuths
They flow, fiends and hoes as they conduits
Like the three letter crew out in ATL
Got the Feds scratching they heads sayin', "will they please tell"
The nigga Em is like the new Rayfel
With police escorts that's louder than a Ray shot sale (Uh-Huh)
And you get indicted, get your Steinberg's to fight it
He paid that way, you think he ain't gon' write it?
The feds get excited, not knowin' the con's inside it
So against the day decided before they even tried it (Gangsta)
Now back to the necessity if you gon' supply it
All your weak links, Donald Trump, and nigga you're fired
I did my research, my street exposure reworked
I was too busy drivin' in Zo's and hoes bezerk
Now remember, who got you hired?
Who both, educate and spit the shit you like?
Now analyze the picture that the non-thug drew
Sip your Corona, and puff your bud too
Time for the, time for the, best of the best (Time for the, time for the, best)
The new double-R drive with BBC on my chest (The new double-R driver BBC on my chest)
When you got your marked Jigga boots with the LV dress (Marked Jigga boots with the LV dress)
Yeah, well holla at the kid, yessir, nothin' less (Holla at the kid, yessir, nothin' less)
Word To The Motherland (traducción LyricVerse Team)
No, no, en serio, ¿lo hice genial?
¿Lo hice genial, eh? No es nada
Uh, échale un vistazo (Gangsta Grizzil)
Los verdaderos niggas ahorran para fuera del estado, pero coleccionan casas de escondite
Conducen Jeeps, disecan sus sofás
Consiguiendo poca droga, a la mierda las bolsas LV
En la esquina vendiendo ese tigre, se nota cómo se agachan
He visto fotos de Jimmy Henchman cuando estaba en la cárcel
Localizador nuevo, cadena nueva, detalle de zapatillas nuevas
Como si pudiera, ordenar cualquier cosa, desde golpes hasta ventas
Como si estuviera en el Four Seasons pidiendo cócteles
Los verdaderos gánsteres lo hacen, no tienen que probarlo
Las llaves están asignadas, no les dices que las muevan
Operan como detectives
Fluyen, adictos y putas como sus conductos
Como la banda de tres letras en ATL
Tienen a los Federales rascándose la cabeza diciendo, "por favor, ¿dirán?"
El nigga Em es como el nuevo Rayfel
Con escoltas policiales que son más ruidosas que una venta de Ray shot (Uh-Huh)
Y te acusan, consigue a tus Steinberg para luchar contra ello
Él pagó así, ¿crees que no lo va a escribir?
Los federales se emocionan, sin saber que el engaño está dentro
Así que contra el día decidido antes de que siquiera lo intentaran (Gangsta)
Ahora volviendo a la necesidad si vas a suministrarlo
Todos tus eslabones débiles, Donald Trump, y nigga estás despedido
Hice mi investigación, mi exposición callejera reelaborada
Estaba demasiado ocupado conduciendo en Zo's y putas enloquecidas
Ahora recuerda, ¿quién te contrató?
¿Quién, ambos, educa y escupe la mierda que te gusta?
Ahora analiza la imagen que dibujó el no-matón
Bebe tu Corona, y fuma tu hierba también
Es hora de, es hora de, lo mejor de lo mejor (Es hora de, es hora de, lo mejor)
El nuevo conductor de doble-R con BBC en mi pecho (El nuevo conductor de doble-R BBC en mi pecho)
Cuando tienes tus botas Jigga marcadas con el vestido LV (Botas Jigga marcadas con el vestido LV)
Sí, bueno, saluda al chico, sí señor, nada menos (Saluda al chico, sí señor, nada menos)
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