Представляем точный текст композиции "Clack Clack" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Buddha Monk . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Clack Clack» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Buddha Monk передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Buddha Monk - "Clack Clack"
Lyrics to Clack Clack : [Intro: Juice (Buddha Monk)] (Watch this) Talking shit' Juice, Buddha Monk (Uh) The fuck, what the fuck (what the fuck, nigga) Alright, ok, alright, lets go, yeah Come on my niggas (two of the greatest pirates) Im bout to put yall on, Buddha Monk Here we go (Fuck this til six in the morning) [Juice] I like gluey ice, chain like Kool G.s twice Japanese shorty do me, naughty sushi night Blue jeans, gucci hair wrapped in a doobie ice Platinum ruby, cast in cream got her nice Yall grab and squeeze booties, I get head in the bed Where the co-ed SUNY, Puerto Rican groupies do me Yall lose me, not enough heat to catch up Im already squeezin, yall pickin yall gats up Dont get it twisted, act up, left in a casket Calculus professors cant even add my math up Too much hoes, never could be too much gold I poly with the crack, yall niggas rap, I just flow I mastered that dough, lifes a bitch, I harassed that hoe Young thugs, and Im laughin at po After that dough, spit that action packed flow Im still number one when Im last on tracks, yo, I rock slow [Chorus 4X: Juice (Buddha Monk)] Understand black, when the gun goes clack clack I aim where ya hats at, nigga, you aint that phat (Its Brooklyn) [Buddha Monk] What the fuck is this beef nigga' Then lets settle this shit I was born a Dirty Bastard when my daddy stuck dick I major in gun toting, bring your wack ass beat I silence the lamb that think that he want it with me My gun blazes four mics, nuff to bring all night Take on the nice souls, remove all you assholes No need for Duck Low, you outer bug gets holes Clack clack the fofo, clack clack and make sure Its daddy warbuck, war for willing, armed and ready No mission big, no mission small, so fuck all of yall You cats think you rapping, kid, you better suit your happening Weak chicks, weak clips and also, weak dicks Aint that a bitch, keep your game, run your shit It looks better on my wrist, then it did you, bitch [Chorus 4X] [Buddha Monk] We used to play truth or dare consequences, now we play with pop getters Hard hitters, thatll shut down ya spot, nigga Im not the same kid that used to cut in school halls Sex in back stairs, spittin gum on walls Im how that west was won, I left ya son Copped ten from yo show, break out with yo hoe And you probably thinking, hes not the best MC But its best for your health that you dont mess with me, come on [Juice] Yo, give me the night, cuz I aint had a good day in a long Right or wrong, I write bombs, entice the norm Im precised informed, Im bright, when the lights is on And a lot claim they hot, but they writing wrong And I really dont think these cats is ready Cause we type that fight with knifes, gats, bats and semis Blastin any, war wounds, splash on Henny And if you snatch by the enemy, then stash ya memory Cash and envy, nigga... [Outro: Buddha Monk (Juice)] Clack clack.... (savages) its Brooklyn (all you nigga) Clack clack.... its Brooklyn Clack clack.... its Brooklyn Clack clack.... its Brooklyn [ Clack Clack Lyrics ]
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