Представляем точный текст композиции "Clouds Of Smoke" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Call ODa Wild . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Clouds Of Smoke» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Call ODa Wild передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Call ODa Wild - "Clouds Of Smoke"
Lyrics to Clouds Of Smoke : I manifest the erbs essence When my life starts stressin me out and I see no way But I got hope like Bob, in fact I keep tracks and I packs in stacks for you new jacks Im buildin with the gods on some vibin and now everyday Im vibin, then I get licked bag of trick to lick the dick See I know ways around complicated matters Roll up in the ghetto on the island of Manhatten See, though my ci-lo maintainin with the dread Rock the flat top until the [shit] went dead Im known for my skills, all my techniques coast I wreck rhymes systematic, Im a turntable addict But still I put it down to timin to the rap Representin Harlem, mother[fucker] where you at' Cos I got a bag and I gotta blunt If you livin the life of da Call O Da Wild, mother(fucker) whatcha want' [Chorus x4:] My heads in a cloud of smoke When I choke upon the lye, air-high (We flow eye-to-eye) Im on cloud 9, I keeps about a quarter pound of gunja Oh I wonder, if I could have a mega blunt session with my homeys, no question The neighbourhood goon sewn like Im from an ('As Boon coon') Feed the feelin, the (shit) smarter Hittin up your daughter, slaughter styles The best way, Chico, me and Mico Thats my Ese, be gettin lye on a day-to-day basis, I still find traces of hash in my back sack Black, a matter o fact I need a shotgun, shotgun crush to my head My eyes are swell, were gettin bread, what the hell these' Smooth stone is the way of the walk I rather be [fucked] up then outlined in chalk I stalk the streets of New York like a bandit I landed a deal with some homeys from the Hill On the real, I represent Harlem, New York That small talk, kid I told you that [shit] walk Theyre jealous, you know you cant [fuck] around fellas You be sloshin like EPMD (You know Im housin) [Chorus x4] So mellow out and sit back, relax and listen to a track dedicated to the backs 8 black, wit phatness possessed, yes! The Shooby-Doo with the Es puffin the bags that Buddha blessed I like to utilise my scar mental Thats my fundamental, so check the dread-headed individual from the sidewalks, where the basehead walks and the hos wont talk unless youre large in New York So can it be that I am just a Y-O-G from the ('P-O-L-O the D-R-E-O-U-N-D'), baby Gets crazy, hectic, so check my method [Chorus x4] [ Clouds Of Smoke Lyrics ]
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