Представляем точный текст композиции "Akickdoe!" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста C-Murder . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Akickdoe!» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую C-Murder передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
C-Murder - "Akickdoe!"
Lyrics to Akickdoe! : (feat. Master P, U.G.K.) [Master P] Yo C-Murder Nigga you woke' Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga. Pass the weed (ok) We gon head up interstate 10 We gon pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (thats my niggas there) We gon get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it We gon handle our business We gon smoke We gon make it back to the N.O. Cuz u know whut' Us South niggaz dont playa hate We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth But its your time baby We gon handle our business And we gonna do this shit like gz We gonna represent the gizame Ya heard me' [Pimp C] This game fucked up I aint got no friends I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top bienz Ugh, and Im a real nigga Down to put a forty-five to his Hilfiger Lay it down muthafucka because Im bustin for mine Take that ine everytime and I aint try to dine Niggaz dyin podarthur (huh nigga what') Thank that Im playin' (huh nigga what') Bust 17 times and let em feel what Im sayin UGK and C-Murder Cadillac and a Tank (Master P) Bout to fade the platinum Smoke some dank and some drank But bitch luv me when I come to your city Serve my dick out her pussy and bust my nuts on her titties Ugh, its just a matter of time before Im up in your house With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth Now get your mind right nigga (mind right) and make a pimp rich and never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch) [chorus 4X] Im bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!) Lay down on the flo (flo) Want the Gs and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go) [Bun B] They try to run up in the manger (run up) Now hold oon Bun B I see me P and C in danger (danger) Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers Fuckin with me and my middle fanga. But to this shit nigga we aint strangers But I Gotta bust my magnums Gotta gage these pistols Hand grenades, and land mines chopper smoke bombs and missiles Some of them bitches whistle Some of them bitches silent But all them bitches handle business All of them violent Bout it bout it and dangerous soldiers that wanna gang with us Bang with us, hang with us get that No Limit slang with us I came to bust every ass in my way till its over so get the chip off your shoulder feature this I done told yah we own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin conflicts Nigga I can see that you got plicked Sit down and take a time trip this aint nothin ta sneeze at the fear in your eyes I see bitch wheres the keys & gz at' [chorus 2X] [C-Murder] Lay it down muthafucka Everybody gotta go Give me the loot is what I tell em When I kick in the doe Nigga Im mad at the world for my lack of havin papers Fuck the law and the cops Cuz Im down for a caper [Master P] Some say we dangerous Especially when we broke Im mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin for dope I just live for confetti You see Im daily like Freddy You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy [C-Murder] I got to much choice in my head I wanna take my own life My last chance is a 211 But it got me thankin twicee Its a drought right now So these drugs aint happenin And if it wasnt for No Limit there would be no money or rapping. [Master P] You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and gz The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze! You see you cant trust nobody in this dope game keep your eyez on your enemies Stack some chips and get out man. [C-Murder] Give me a ski-mask, a 9 Ill be a down ass nigga And watch me pull a flee-flicker And make my cheese get bigger If I get caught its 25, but that dont mean shit Cuz if I go to jail its gotta be better than living like this Nigga 2 shots in the air Cuz I aint bout bein broke And if you bout i make a move nigga, everybody gotta go Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans With tapes hooked up C-Murder, Master P, and UGK Now Nigga what' [chorus till fade] [ Akickdoe! Lyrics ]
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