Представляем точный текст композиции "D-boyz Got Love For Me" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Spice 1 . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «D-boyz Got Love For Me» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Spice 1 передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Spice 1 - "D-boyz Got Love For Me"
Lyrics to D-boyz Got Love For Me : (feat. E-40) [Intro: Spice 1] Whats wrong nigga' Whats wrong huh' You scared nigga' You scared' What, you cant talk with a motherfuckin gun in your mouth nigga' Im gonna give you a three count Ima blow your motherfuckin brains out One, what you think about, what you thinkin' Im proud, two (kinda slick motherfucker) [Gun blast] Nineteen motherfuckin nine-fo comin at cha Gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gangsta Spice motherfuckin 1 [Spice 1] I eat they ass up like a Swason with the Thompson fo-fever, leave a - motherfuckin crime fore he take his last breather So come along take a trip to the dirt track Where the young niggas be takin your car and be peelin your cap back Thats why its A to the motherfuckin yay keeps a fat gat for the funk in the East Bay mainly off gat, Im goin brain dead inside Talkin to my homies Scratchy tellin me he wanna ride on the nigga that peeled his cap so now Im on the streets With the dead motherfucker in the passenger seat And its fo to the motherfuckin five G-a-gat that ass leave em dead in the ives Red Rum on the late night, catch my case right at the crack hut Niggas better back up, while I fix my sack up Pistol whip, shit, kick that ass quick Quick to rip shit, cause Im a Coca Cola Classic O.G. and D-Boyz got love for me, D-Boyz got love for me [Interlude] [E-40] Da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha Da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha [Spice 1] Ima chuck a dead body on your motherfuckin lawn like jump like Red gone, nigga Ill be ready the funk is on So call up the Paramedics and tell em that youre dyin nigga I roll strapped with no love upon my fuckin trigger I lets my hair platt, and took his mail stack Now hes a stiff black, cause I was at that Im dumpin these niggas in ditches back to back Hangin they ass from telephone posts to leavin em makin em bleed without no money Gun me, hoe niggas wanna do that, do that But I go out and get a new gat, new gat and let em have it Nigga, so D-Boyz got love for me [E-40] I got love for D-Boyz, cause D-Boyz got love for me I got love for D-Boyz, cause D-Boyz got love for me Nigga got outta line I had to chop him Reached into my draws and pulled out my strap (pull out your strap) Motherfucker got outta place I had to chop him Reached into my fudadalooms and pulled out my strap (pull out your strap) Nigga got outta place, youse got to pop him Reach up in your draws and pull out your strap (pull out your strap) Rookie get outta line you better ice him Reach into your d-dun-dun-duns and pull out your strap (pull out your strap) Just call me Chef Boyardee-Boy, soda for bakin Cupcakes and cookies, rappies Im makin huh Tall cash, cant let eat up my grass Dont make me have to come back and split your parents house in half with my 6RP226-Diana Ross cousin Nina - Mr. Meaner, body bleeder Heartless, empty the cartridge roll Smartless, get out and die so cold Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic I lives up the bar like an Alcoholic Niggas think that I be bluffin when I tell em Im a good shot But Im also into some other things like ice picks and piano strings So bitch, Im tryin to get nickerage Open up shop, cotton candy and liquorice, uh [Outro: Spice 1 & E-40] Shoot em up now Blaow! Spiggidy one whippin up on dat ass for nine-four Da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha Shoot em up now, byd-a-bye-bye Blaow! (Spiggity sp, sp, spiggity sp, sp, spit nigga hahahahaha) They call me Spiggity one, Spiggity one Me bust a cap up in your ass with big black gun, byd-a-bye-bye Chill man, me roll down the block with my nigga Byd-a-bye-bye, Spiggidy one whippin up on dat ass Chill man, livin in the city is a motherfuckin task (Whats a 7-0-7 on er... your trunk nigga') 5-10 (4-1-5s'), yeah (Thats four-fifteens if yall bitches didnt know) Yeah bitch, stupid ass hoes (Da-tha-tha, sing it with me, da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha, ah yeah) [Whistling] [ D-boyz Got Love For Me Lyrics ]
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