Представляем точный текст композиции "Blowin Hot Air" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Click (The) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Blowin Hot Air» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Click (The) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Click (The) - "Blowin Hot Air"
Lyrics to Blowin Hot Air : [Beep] [Answering Machine] Good evening, at the tone Pacific Standard Time will be 7:07 [The Click talking] Ya know how us bosses step up, know what I mean Ya do what we do and do what we do to get paid We get paid, some quintessential, real ass niggas Stack chips and make some money up Ya know, I said r-realize the game Stack chips and make some money up I said r-realize the game Stack chips and make some motherfuckin money man I s-said realize the game, mob hit nigga Stack chips and make some motherfuckin bank I s-said realize the game [E-40] Look here, abominable, honorable Countable, astronomical but monumental I used sell and serve pops up out my aunties Pinto Still keepin it ghetto, barbecuin in the front yard Slappin bones, ton of niggas perkin Recitin lyrics from my songs Aint nobody hurtin we all workin Tryin to have loot, in the studio With hangovers tryin to re-coop I get down, ballin like Kobe Bryant You niggas is lousy, small things to a giant How you gonna be swappin up my style And goin off by a crack in my units Ima stick to the shit that made The Click The super kind, I love to spit That nigga 40 vicious, he got speech I heard him Took his music out of the streets Policy out on a small fee Now to be clear, without equal Both young and new MCs out for dinner Crackin ho ass niggas off something gravy Especially when I get to doin it by the way, hey So that nigga told me, thats square But why ya wanna get in on that sucker sauce B I didnt ask you to get on this album Cause he knew Id fuck him off [Hook] Click shit makes the motherfuckin money I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin hot air) Click shit makes the motherfuckin money I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin hot air) Click shit makes the motherfuckin money I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin hot air) Click shit makes the motherfuckin money I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin hot air) [D Shot] I couldnt hold myself back my niggas Im no longer in the background niggas Its 2000 and Im shittin on niggas Im callin shots to the streets my nigga So niggas, they run and hide under bosses No longer in California cause its too many crosses You fucked around and got a tip from a mad bitch Cause you was next on the motherfuckin hit list You got ya ghetto pass revoked cause you aint real If you didnt get to steppin you was gettin killed Rapper, slash street hustler They both the same, a buster is a buster Aint got no chance to revive yourself Get that buster out ya soul and ask God for help Nigga, times is a wastin What the fuck ya gon do, aint nobody got no patience [B-Legit] Nigga this aint no fun, dat nigga (Nigga) Nigga thisll have yo hat tacked nigga (Nigga) Lay ya head flat dat nigga (Nigga) Smashin up the wrong way nigga (Nigga) Niggas side to side, shoulder shoulder Aint never stepped foot outside without my bulldozer Hops off in the Nova, we keeps it cheesy and real greasy Like Churchs with game for you to purchase Keep bitch niggas nervous Nigga this Click shit, dont get it misconscrued Its nothin to catch yo bitch ass on a move We dont lose, nigga we like them Vs we batter and bruise And leave ya ass leakin sloppy for the ten oclock news [Hook] [D Shot] Im off that Click shit, sick shit Hog shit, mob shit Fuck with my family you get yo jaw split Off the 2-11 still reserved, Im on one Strike a inner in a T-Bird, I blow one We on that nigga shit, I cant believe it Ya so damn niggarish, best believe it A got some bad come holler at me Ya hope to take the THC, hit ya for the half P [B-Legit] Im slippery, see its trickery to get with me Claimin victory, leavin niggas hickory Party history, things remain a mystery Got the quick of me, niggas aint shit to me Swiftly aint no ands buts or ifs with me Im sickery, state pen stickery Ice pickerly, main vein literally Its part of me, Im hard on the arteries Got the arch with me, fuck a nigga parking E Cross this T, then send him out to sea Where the bodies be deep and titanicaly Franticaly, some niggas panicky Im the sample G, I handle things savagely Above average things, especially for the cabbage tree Niggas mad at me and really aint around me For your anatomy its fully automatically [E-40 talking] And I said to myself, Ya know what pimpin Dude a lot of these niggas is tardy and they need a tutor Due to the fact that a lot of these niggas Wasnt brought up under the umbrella Ya know, and a lot of these triple OG ass niggas They aint really been passin the game down Like we was laced and groomed on Ya know what I mean back in the early 80s Ya know what I mean, to these young niggas man I mean I analyze this shit nigga I mean it is small things to a giant The way I do these damn things man I mean a lot of these niggas, hey you know what Ive been caught between a rock and a political hard place On how to explain the game to these squares man I mean these niggas is just a square As my motherfuckin back pockets man Im off this Colo Vasey, this is Click shit all day On you bitch ass niggas [Hook] [ Blowin Hot Air Lyrics ]
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