Представляем точный текст композиции "187 On 24th Street" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Brotha Lynch Hung & C-Bo . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «187 On 24th Street» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Brotha Lynch Hung & C-Bo передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Brotha Lynch Hung & C-Bo - "187 On 24th Street"
Lyrics to 187 On 24th Street : [Chorus x2] There was a 187 on 24th Street There was a 187 on 24th Street Did you know there was a 187 on 24th Street See you can get yo mind tore up fuckin wit us, we let straps bust [Brother Lynch] 21st Street, 24th and 29th Florinreau to Metiview just to say a few Every night I used to walk down the street drunk with a bottle and my strap Cuz block niggas dont sock niggas they shoot niggas in the back While you aint lookin, yo livin get tooken, run up in yo living room With choppers tryin to take out yo poppers, its a fucked up interlude I was only 17 with a dream in a scheme Apparently the gangsters took me under, no wonder It must of been a gang bang thang and the slang caine game Gotta maintain range on you roaches like dirty poachers I may leave you in the game even if you broke shit Cuz I dont give a fuck I put the quarter in the slot And play the game until I see what I got, I let straps pop If I got to cuz the streets is hot too so I pop fools Never unsderstood em couldnt understand em and Im not too Down for half them bandits so I ran it the way I had to Met him in the park after dark And it took less than seconds for the 9 to spark the park [Chorus x2] [Brother Lynch] See its drastic, put yo body all up in plastic We drag shit to the river and deliver yo ass quick We always bad kids didnt even like eachother that much All we did was mean mug and put that 9 on the clutch Niggas could get touched, we touchin em up like Gerry Curls Every girl was trippin we ripped em to the levy wit him Said he earl like Earl the Pearl dont miss to often in a coffin Yeah thats your new world, we keep it poppin Automatics be knockin Garden Block beats Cuz we the hardest knock on the streets Jig CDs like rock on the streets We ridin yo shit, cuzz and we lovin you for it You cant ignore it its that rip shit That put you in the trunk half dead with yo wig split shit Live that shit everyday, all day, every chance we get And in the backyard we got pits that eat raw meat in tid bits They just as Sicc I dont give a fuck put the quarter in the slot And play the game until I see what I got, I let gats pop [Chorus x2] [Brother Lynch] Come against me I look in yo face and I dont see nothin but hate And even though you say you love me Im still clinchin the weight Thats how it goes in this state where blue rags murder blue rags And who lags get body bagged in Mazarati bags zipped with toe tags Its so bad, see I dont know who to trust Last time I trusted a nigga he came out with some stuff He was talkin shit about me, nigga and I didnt know what to do So I keep that heat thatll eat like Cujo and thatll fold up ya crew Like new clothes, I choose those niggas that carry 4-4s and do those Things thatll put somethin cold up in yo toes Ya whole body froze no matter you think I should kick it wit I do it solo and thats it ... you trip [Chorus x2] [ 187 On 24th Street Lyrics ]
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