If You Have To Ask
1991
3:36
Official Music Video
If You Have To Ask by Red Hot Chili Peppers
Lyrics & Translation
English
A wanna be gangster thinkin' he's a wise guy
Rob another bank, he's a sock 'em in the eye guy
Tank head, Mr. Bonnie and Clyde guy
Look him the eye, he's not my kinda guy
Never wanna be confusion proof
Pudding's sweet but too aloof
Orange eye girl with a backslide dew said
Yo, homie, who you talkin' to?
A backed up paddywagon mackin' on a cat's ass
One uppercut to the cold upper middle class
Born to storm on boredom's face
Add a little lust to the funky ass Flea bass
Most in the race just lose their grace
The blackest hole in all of space
Crooked as a hooker, now suck my thumb
Anybody wanna come get some?
(If you have to ask) You'll never know
Funky motherfuckers will not be told to go
(If you have to ask) You'll never know
Funky motherfuckers will not be told to go
Don't ask me why I'm flyin' so high
Mr. Bubble meets superfly in my third eye
Searchin' for a soul-bride, she's my freakette
Soak it up inside, deeper than a secret
Much more than meets the eye
To the funk, I fall into my new ride
My hand, my hand
Magic on the one is a medicine man
Thinkin' of a few taboos that I ought to kill
Dancin' on their face like a stage in Vaudeville
I feel so good can't be understood
Booty of a hoodlum rockin' my red hood
(If you have to ask) You'll never know
Funky motherfuckers will not be told to go
(If you have to ask) You'll never know
Funky motherfuckers will not be told to go
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of If You Have To Ask by Red Hot Chili Peppers
If You Have To Ask* (original Red Hot Chili Peppers)
A wanna be gangster thinkin' he's a wise guy
Rob another bank, he's a sock 'em in the eye guy
Tank head, Mr. Bonnie and Clyde guy
Look him the eye, he's not my kinda guy
Never wanna be confusion proof
Pudding's sweet but too aloof
Orange eye girl with a backslide dew said
Yo, homie, who you talkin' to?
A backed up paddywagon mackin' on a cat's ass
One uppercut to the cold upper middle class
Born to storm on boredom's face
Add a little lust to the funky ass Flea bass
Most in the race just lose their grace
The blackest hole in all of space
Crooked as a hooker, now suck my thumb
Anybody wanna come get some?
(If you have to ask) You'll never know
Funky motherfuckers will not be told to go
(If you have to ask) You'll never know
Funky motherfuckers will not be told to go
Don't ask me why I'm flyin' so high
Mr. Bubble meets superfly in my third eye
Searchin' for a soul-bride, she's my freakette
Soak it up inside, deeper than a secret
Much more than meets the eye
To the funk, I fall into my new ride
My hand, my hand
Magic on the one is a medicine man
Thinkin' of a few taboos that I ought to kill
Dancin' on their face like a stage in Vaudeville
I feel so good can't be understood
Booty of a hoodlum rockin' my red hood
(If you have to ask) You'll never know
Funky motherfuckers will not be told to go
(If you have to ask) You'll never know
Funky motherfuckers will not be told to go
If You Have To Ask (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Un aspirante a gánster creyéndose un tipo listo
Roba otro banco, es un tipo que te golpea en el ojo
Cabeza de tanque, el señor Bonnie y Clyde
Míralo a los ojos, no es mi tipo de chico
Nunca quiero ser a prueba de confusión
El pudín es dulce pero demasiado distante
Chica de ojos naranjas con rocío resbaladizo dijo
¡Oye, colega, ¿con quién hablas?!
Una furgoneta de policía atascada ligando con el trasero de un gato
Un uppercut a la fría clase media alta
Nacido para asaltar la cara del aburrimiento
Añade un poco de lujuria al bajo funky de Flea
La mayoría en la carrera simplemente pierden su gracia
El agujero más negro de todo el espacio
Torcido como una puta, ahora chúpate el pulgar
¿Alguien quiere venir a por un poco?
(Si tienes que preguntar) Nunca lo sabrás
A los cabrones funky no se les dirá que se vayan
(Si tienes que preguntar) Nunca lo sabrás
A los cabrones funky no se les dirá que se vayan
No me preguntes por qué vuelo tan alto
Mr. Bubble se encuentra con superfly en mi tercer ojo
Buscando una novia del alma, ella es mi "freakette"
Empápate por dentro, más profundo que un secreto
Mucho más de lo que parece
Al funk, me meto en mi nuevo viaje
Mi mano, mi mano
La magia en el uno es un hombre medicina
Pensando en algunos tabúes que debería matar
Bailando en sus caras como un escenario de Vaudeville
Me siento tan bien que no puedo ser entendido
El botín de un gánster balanceando mi capucha roja
(Si tienes que preguntar) Nunca lo sabrás
A los cabrones funky no se les dirá que se vayan
(Si tienes que preguntar) Nunca lo sabrás
A los cabrones funky no se les dirá que se vayan
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