Представляем точный текст композиции "Big Gangsta" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста C-Bo . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Big Gangsta» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую C-Bo передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
C-Bo - "Big Gangsta"
Lyrics to Big Gangsta : (feat. Laroo, Lil Bo, the Mob Figgas) I see so many murders in these Cali streets I load the strap in the battle, won wit death to get beat, who ever thinks of defeat' When in ''' ''', I keep my eyes on the prize Cos aint nobody killin me, I be the Big Gangsta >From up North, no pain, no gain Nigga, fuck the fame, slide the chips and serve caine Cos Ima pack a pistol til I die, bitch, and fuck you pigs that got me down on that hitlist, I know youre followin me Youre round in my 500 but I commence to shake you piggies while Im gettin blunted My nigga 2PAC died and now you hoes is hunted I give a fuck, Ill buck you down and stare, whatever youre comin I gun em down like a chump bitch, and leave em neckless, front seat like a stamp, bitch, run up and load another clip and then I vamp, bitch, this gangbang mentality be havin me amped I like to smoke bomb-ator, mean and rush a hater Put a rush in gators, shoulda seen when I sprayed her Live fast, die early, no heart, no glory 25 with a L cos the judge couldnt feel my story Oh no, not me, I got kids to feed Shoot my way out any situation til death do me Part from the streets, its mandatory, got packet ''' And I jack it, its major dope when I rap it [Chorus:] Im all in for the paper, big bases I chases I keep a Glock on the side of my hip when in unfamiliar places I stay ready for ridahs, see I know how they think It aint no killin me before I dump caps in they bod-ies We be the Big Gangsta, think quick, like karate smash all the pranksters, makin hits like a Got-ti Drink nuttin but the best, X-O, Hennessey And when I dies, an outlaw ridah is how they remember me I bounce into the club, drunk and seein doubles Thats why I got twin Glocks so I can bust both of them bubbles Youre runnin from the rumble, this sound is terrifyin Youre hearin death callin, now youre scared to die Prepare for the annihi-lation of player-hation Youre calicos is blazin, never known for grazin, Im shot but its amazin Butts haulin on the pavement, holy mother, place him in a casket Murderin all them bastards Locd on in, sex, from ''' ''' sack ''' ''' thats major Pain, that 50 calibre and nothin Thats when we spark that wing that park, yknow the deal, shot stop Everybody drop and watch the Bourbon Bill You was fuckin with some true, soldiers So when the tides had turned, you started snitchin to them rollers You got fucked in a bad situation My thugs got the L but the po-pos didnt know the situation [Chorus] Im at the peak of my age when niggas, test, hack onto bullets thru your vest, and if your funks real-ly, Im about to cut you ''' ''' Invest, this game that I be givin, Im tryin to heal your soul So we can all be known for that dough in rottys vault But if they wanna doublecross, we can do that too Take em out the trunk, fully cocked wit two Glocks Extendo clip, infrared light, put these vest on our chests Murder, death, kill em, oh yes Investiagtion on them Mob Figgas, no perpetration On the job, my niggas mob niggas, across the nation Pacin like a pimp, walkin witta limp cos my, calibre holds extended 50 round clips in a server Plugged off Hennessey, the doja got me in a zone Fo a ho-zone, mad at niggas, whole hood sewn Ridin wit a Tek if you wit reals, set the clip With the infrared beam on your bishop, A-P mean on ya All soldiers from my first generation just in case All the damage left survivors, we official struggle strivers Can no pressure make me crack' Sit the fuck back Traumatise your whole click, enter this, enchant tricks Got they gillholes workin, lacin em wit two textures That top-of-the-line impact, regulate on my track Smash down on your shit, clown when the truck dip Like boo young buckshots be shredded, servin clocks-er Still acts suspicious when its time for 2-11s, got my pocket-size pistols Breakin em my 7 if the shit aint skanless, youll never read my Mafia mind Soldiers killin anybody tryin to pull his behind Gotta do em bad, Im tryin to make a million like my big homey Bolo Its time to make a killin [Chorus] [ Big Gangsta Lyrics ]
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