Представляем точный текст композиции "510, 213" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Spice 1 . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «510, 213» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Spice 1 передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Spice 1 - "510, 213"
Lyrics to 510, 213 : (feat. Big Syke, W.C.) [Hook:] 5-1-0 and 2-1-3 is you a baller or a G' [Spice 1 Intro:] Ha ha ha. To thug or not to thug' To G or not to G' See thats the question. Everytime I hit L.A. I get love you know cause Im from the Bay. Dub C, Big Syke you know Spice 1. Feel me. [Spice 1:] Count the dollars on the Lexy dont waste your time Let it shine let it shine let it shine Mizzolas and 850 flossin Im tossin Doobies up out the window smokin often coughin Chokin hard up off the indo smoke My mens with extra clips Hennessy Lemon squeeze begin to dip on me The G with the strap up on my side Keepin these haters apon they toes cause they know Im ready to ride Hide but you cant get away This is your dead homie you should of put your tool away But you still pull it on me, see I aint trippin I got foot soldiers that do dirt for me Love me enough to hurt for me and do some work for me Black roses is sent to the families with all the lives lost Kill em soft pay off my henchmen like a mob boss Mobster ballin out the hooptie Who could it be' S.P.I.C.E. [Hook] [Big Syke:] Sound like baller Im caught up in troubled times Destiny knows help me free my mind What can I do but stay true and be a man Im just doin what I can Migrate to Oakland lay low with my dog Spice Hang out with killers and dodge device Gotta pay the price took a life or maybe two (was it two') I wouldnt of done it if I didnt have to In the wrong place at the right time evil minds learkin Thought I was over peerkin searchin for a home I feel alone On these cold streets, sleepin on couches with no sheets God guide me hide me from incarceration and start this despiration Im facin more time then I really got to give Damn I wanna live in 2-1-3 [Hook] [WC:] Its the Dub S.C. on G parolee And although deez steadily grinding for cheese Trunk fulla keys on my way O.T. from 5-1-0 to the 2-1-3 I puts it down bendin the corner with my all blue Chevy My mind on gettin the fetti, my heater cocked back and ready With Gs crime related, affilated eyes faded Big bodies paper plated stayin shaded for federated My crews full of nothin but riders high off the Remy Chuck Taylors neck pieces and knitted beenies (uh ha) Mashin on the regular hustlin day and night Went from chronic to water but now we pushin the China white Much loved by many but now by many hated Trippin off the the haters lookin mad cause we made it But dont get mad at me because I executed the game I got my hustle on loc you can do the same [Hook] [ 510, 213 Lyrics ]
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