53rd
By Wiz Khalifa
Official Music Video
53rd by Wiz Khalifa
Lyrics & Translation
English
[Wiz Khalifa:]
It's the boy Wiz Khalifa man
I'm charged like a battery man
Y'all niggas do what you do
I'ma do what I do man
I'm the sickest round here when it come to the spit game
Moving through the track like I do with the whip game
Pull the seat back, cross over and switch lanes
The music straight crack, dope, heroin, cocaine
The flow load needles, numb noses and pump veins
You chumps wanna be us I ain't fucking with those lames
I polly with the niggas that be fucking with dumb change
Riding big wheels, chrome grills and the chunk chains
Hit the studio, burn the last til it's nothing
All I need's a beat, pen and pad and a dutch flame
This is Pistolvania wrong move and the pump aim
Niggas quick to flame you'll all lose when the pump bang
Niggas come at me in this rap, I can guarantee that
I'ma make a million pieces of this one rain
Old ass niggas tryna rap, it's a done thing
I'm way sicker plus I'm probably 'round your son's age
[Chevy Woods:]
Damn
Ayo, on the real
I know y'all niggas like, this nigga can't be
But he's bout as old as your son nigga!
Y'all motherfuckers better step your game up like a Stairmaster
The nigga Wiz, Kev Tha Hustla
And I'm cosigning too
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I see niggas getting mad cause I'm doing the damn thing
Plus I'm a pimp and I'm screwing your damn dame
I heard a lot of talk, thought you [?]
Nigga where's your dough, caught you and your mans [?]
Niggas didn't know, that was you and your man's chain
Reality'll show, nigga you and your mans lame
I pull up slow, sitting low in the [?] thing
Birds move past, yeah this guy is an airplane
Cause I stay fly and I'm high as an airplane
Always on the grind, keep my mind on my campaign
I hit the ground running, go and talk to that damn pay
Doing me, moving anything in my damn way
Niggas talk tough but star struck when the lead spray
Me I keep it hunnid, in the stu every damn day
You can trust that the people love what your man say
Why you think they give a fuck less what you can't say
Niggas show love, roll up when our jams quake
A young boy, but I get respect like a man ay
You niggas heard, and you sweet as syrup on pancakes
You hate, but you niggas can't help but let the jam play
Bitch!
Man you niggas is out your fucking minds man
You should be on your grind fam I got school tomorrow nigga
Get your tracks up or something man, Kev The Hustla man
Show these niggas how the fuck we do it, Pistolvania
[Chevy Woods:]
You talk, you hot
Fucka you not, so stop fucka
You talk, you shot fucka
Yo Wiz the block love us
Yeah you're a rock pumper
Gunner with four thumpers
Black on black, back to back in 4Runners
It's nothing it's more hunger
You hating your whore love us
You see, I'm here to ruin your flow for sure sucka
Yeah, your girl suck us you dudes ain't on your job
And Wiz if it's a prob, I'm here, let's get it solved
And I roll with gorillas, banana clips we them stealers
Masked up, masked up to stop all your dealings
You could pop if you wanna uh huh
Cause the block man I make that shit hot like an ATL summer
Palms sweating Wayne got his mean mug on
So that mean one thing inf beam you gone
We keep them choppers in the grass, get to popping at your ass
Cuffing all the shooters and the [?] down the ave
You like gravy on the mashed potatoes, a little black tre eight'll
Get you dirt mothafucka for pesos
Riding ratchet on the lap is in the stash spot, your ass shot
Niggas look in this red spot, spray em like chicken pox
Around here it's all snow, December blocks
Athleticism the only thing that I got from pops
[?]
Been touching keys on a low [?] like Jamie Foxx
You a fatigue soldier, 40s give you major pain
Fuck around crash quick, bitch tried switching lanes
Giving all the clips to lames
Let em play they movie part
John Claude, long arm blast with a lion heart
Wish you would try to start like keys in the ignition
Trench coat in the trenches posted on the benches
That's your heart listen why it's beating so fast
Looking for you blowing ray up out of freezer bags please
Leave the flow to Kev cause it don't happen over night
Measuring that coke and soda tryna get the product right
Shooters plus my squad'll fight
Get dropped or die tonight
2005 version of [?]
So I deal with you laters, haters give you the middle finger
Flip you the bird, yeah youngin I'm absurd
[Chevy Woods:]
Yeah, it's ya boy Kev nigga
The boy Wiz
Nigga got school tomorrow, nigga
He bout as old as your son too
Fuckin dummy
Holla
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of 53rd by Wiz Khalifa
53rd* (original Wiz Khalifa)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
It's the boy Wiz Khalifa man
I'm charged like a battery man
Y'all niggas do what you do
I'ma do what I do man
I'm the sickest round here when it come to the spit game
Moving through the track like I do with the whip game
Pull the seat back, cross over and switch lanes
The music straight crack, dope, heroin, cocaine
The flow load needles, numb noses and pump veins
You chumps wanna be us I ain't fucking with those lames
I polly with the niggas that be fucking with dumb change
Riding big wheels, chrome grills and the chunk chains
Hit the studio, burn the last til it's nothing
All I need's a beat, pen and pad and a dutch flame
This is Pistolvania wrong move and the pump aim
Niggas quick to flame you'll all lose when the pump bang
Niggas come at me in this rap, I can guarantee that
I'ma make a million pieces of this one rain
Old ass niggas tryna rap, it's a done thing
I'm way sicker plus I'm probably 'round your son's age
[Chevy Woods:]
Damn
Ayo, on the real
I know y'all niggas like, this nigga can't be
But he's bout as old as your son nigga!
Y'all motherfuckers better step your game up like a Stairmaster
The nigga Wiz, Kev Tha Hustla
And I'm cosigning too
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I see niggas getting mad cause I'm doing the damn thing
Plus I'm a pimp and I'm screwing your damn dame
I heard a lot of talk, thought you [?]
Nigga where's your dough, caught you and your mans [?]
Niggas didn't know, that was you and your man's chain
Reality'll show, nigga you and your mans lame
I pull up slow, sitting low in the [?] thing
Birds move past, yeah this guy is an airplane
Cause I stay fly and I'm high as an airplane
Always on the grind, keep my mind on my campaign
I hit the ground running, go and talk to that damn pay
Doing me, moving anything in my damn way
Niggas talk tough but star struck when the lead spray
Me I keep it hunnid, in the stu every damn day
You can trust that the people love what your man say
Why you think they give a fuck less what you can't say
Niggas show love, roll up when our jams quake
A young boy, but I get respect like a man ay
You niggas heard, and you sweet as syrup on pancakes
You hate, but you niggas can't help but let the jam play
Bitch!
Man you niggas is out your fucking minds man
You should be on your grind fam I got school tomorrow nigga
Get your tracks up or something man, Kev The Hustla man
Show these niggas how the fuck we do it, Pistolvania
[Chevy Woods:]
You talk, you hot
Fucka you not, so stop fucka
You talk, you shot fucka
Yo Wiz the block love us
Yeah you're a rock pumper
Gunner with four thumpers
Black on black, back to back in 4Runners
It's nothing it's more hunger
You hating your whore love us
You see, I'm here to ruin your flow for sure sucka
Yeah, your girl suck us you dudes ain't on your job
And Wiz if it's a prob, I'm here, let's get it solved
And I roll with gorillas, banana clips we them stealers
Masked up, masked up to stop all your dealings
You could pop if you wanna uh huh
Cause the block man I make that shit hot like an ATL summer
Palms sweating Wayne got his mean mug on
So that mean one thing inf beam you gone
We keep them choppers in the grass, get to popping at your ass
Cuffing all the shooters and the [?] down the ave
You like gravy on the mashed potatoes, a little black tre eight'll
Get you dirt mothafucka for pesos
Riding ratchet on the lap is in the stash spot, your ass shot
Niggas look in this red spot, spray em like chicken pox
Around here it's all snow, December blocks
Athleticism the only thing that I got from pops
[?]
Been touching keys on a low [?] like Jamie Foxx
You a fatigue soldier, 40s give you major pain
Fuck around crash quick, bitch tried switching lanes
Giving all the clips to lames
Let em play they movie part
John Claude, long arm blast with a lion heart
Wish you would try to start like keys in the ignition
Trench coat in the trenches posted on the benches
That's your heart listen why it's beating so fast
Looking for you blowing ray up out of freezer bags please
Leave the flow to Kev cause it don't happen over night
Measuring that coke and soda tryna get the product right
Shooters plus my squad'll fight
Get dropped or die tonight
2005 version of [?]
So I deal with you laters, haters give you the middle finger
Flip you the bird, yeah youngin I'm absurd
[Chevy Woods:]
Yeah, it's ya boy Kev nigga
The boy Wiz
Nigga got school tomorrow, nigga
He bout as old as your son too
Fuckin dummy
Holla
53rd (traducción LyricVerse Team)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Es el chico Wiz Khalifa, hombre
Estoy cargado como una batería, hombre
Ustedes, cabrones, hagan lo que hacen
Yo haré lo que hago, hombre
Soy el más enfermo por aquí cuando se trata del juego de rapear
Moviéndome por la pista como lo hago con el juego de coches
Echa el asiento hacia atrás, cruza y cambia de carril
La música es pura droga, hierba, heroína, cocaína
El flow carga agujas, adormece narices y bombea venas
Ustedes, tontos, quieren ser como nosotros, no me junto con esos patéticos
Me junto con los cabrones que andan con mucho dinero
Andando en ruedas grandes, parrillas cromadas y cadenas gruesas
Entro al estudio, quemo el último hasta que no queda nada
Todo lo que necesito es un beat, pluma y papel y una llama de blunt
Esto es Pistolvania, un movimiento en falso y la escopeta apunta
Cabrones rápidos para atacarte, todos perderán cuando la escopeta suene
Cabrones vienen a por mí en este rap, puedo garantizar que
Haré que lluevan un millón de pedazos de este
Cabrones viejos intentando rapear, es algo terminado
Soy mucho más enfermo y probablemente tengo la edad de tu hijo
[Chevy Woods:]
Maldición
Ayo, en serio
Sé que ustedes, cabrones, dirán, este cabrón no puede ser
¡Pero tiene la edad de tu hijo, cabrón!
Ustedes, hijos de puta, mejor mejoren su juego como una Stairmaster
El cabrón Wiz, Kev Tha Hustla
Y yo también lo respaldo
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Veo a cabrones enojarse porque estoy haciendo lo que tengo que hacer
Además soy un proxeneta y me estoy follando a tu maldita dama
Escuché mucho hablar, pensé que tú [?]
Cabrón, ¿dónde está tu dinero?, te atrapé a ti y a tus hombres [?]
Cabrones no sabían, esa era tu cadena y la de tu hombre
La realidad mostrará, cabrón, tú y tus hombres son patéticos
Llego despacio, sentado bajo en la cosa [?]
Los pájaros pasan, sí, este tipo es un avión
Porque me mantengo volando y estoy tan drogado como un avión
Siempre trabajando duro, mantengo mi mente en mi campaña
Empiezo a correr, voy a hablar con ese maldito pago
Haciéndolo mío, moviendo cualquier cosa en mi maldito camino
Cabrones hablan duro pero se quedan asombrados cuando las balas vuelan
Yo lo mantengo al cien, en el estudio todos los malditos días
Puedes confiar en que la gente ama lo que dice tu hombre
¿Por qué crees que les importa menos lo que no puedes decir?
Cabrones muestran amor, se acercan cuando nuestras canciones suenan
Un chico joven, pero obtengo respeto como un hombre, ay
Ustedes, cabrones, escucharon, y son dulces como jarabe en panqueques
Odian, pero ustedes, cabrones, no pueden evitar dejar que la canción suene
¡Puta!
Hombre, ustedes, cabrones, están fuera de sus malditas mentes, hombre
Deberían estar trabajando, familia, tengo escuela mañana, cabrón
Mejoren sus temas o algo, hombre, Kev The Hustla, hombre
Muéstrales a estos cabrones cómo lo hacemos, Pistolvania
[Chevy Woods:]
Hablas, eres candente
Cabrón, no lo eres, así que para, cabrón
Hablas, te disparan, cabrón
Yo Wiz, el barrio nos ama
Sí, eres un traficante de crack
Pistolero con cuatro armas
Negro sobre negro, uno tras otro en 4Runners
No es nada, es más hambre
Tú odias, tu puta nos ama
Mira, estoy aquí para arruinar tu flow, seguro, tonto
Sí, tu chica nos chupa, ustedes no están haciendo su trabajo
Y Wiz, si hay un problema, estoy aquí, vamos a resolverlo
Y ando con gorilas, cargadores de banana, somos esos ladrones
Enmascarados, enmascarados para detener todos tus negocios
Podrías disparar si quieres, uh huh
Porque en el barrio, hombre, hago que esa mierda arda como un verano de ATL
Palmas sudando, Wayne con su cara de pocos amigos
Así que eso significa una cosa, rayo infrarrojo y te fuiste
Mantenemos esas armas en la hierba, para dispararte en el culo
Esposando a todos los tiradores y los [?] por la avenida
Eres como salsa en el puré de patatas, un pequeño .38 negro
Te hará mierda, hijo de puta, por pesos
Andando con la carraca en el regazo está en el escondite, tu culo disparado
Cabrones miran este punto rojo, los rocío como varicela
Por aquí todo es nieve, bloques de diciembre
El atletismo es lo único que obtuve de papá
[?]
He estado tocando teclas en un bajo [?] como Jamie Foxx
Eres un soldado fatigado, los 40 te dan un gran dolor
Jode y choca rápido, perra intentó cambiar de carril
Dando todos los cargadores a los patéticos
Déjalos interpretar su papel en la película
Jean-Claude, disparo de brazo largo con un corazón de león
Ojalá intentaras arrancar como llaves en el encendido
Gabardina en las trincheras, apostado en los bancos
Ese es tu corazón, escucha por qué late tan rápido
Buscándote, sacando rayos de bolsas de congelador, por favor
Deja el flow a Kev porque no sucede de la noche a la mañana
Midiendo esa coca y soda intentando que el producto salga bien
Tiradores más mi escuadrón lucharán
Ser derribado o morir esta noche
Versión 2005 de [?]
Así que me ocupo de ti más tarde, los haters te dan el dedo medio
Te hago una peineta, sí, jovencito, soy absurdo
[Chevy Woods:]
Sí, es tu chico Kev, cabrón
El chico Wiz
Cabrón tiene escuela mañana, cabrón
Tiene la edad de tu hijo también
Maldito tonto
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