Представляем точный текст композиции "Deadly Game" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста C-Bo . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Deadly Game» — 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 - "Deadly Game"
Lyrics to Deadly Game : You know I never was no choir boy Ya folks got a, gang of priors Maybe thats why the one-times be triflin Tryin to give a young nigga thirty-five to life When I aint even done nothin wrong, off-icer I have no in-fo to offer-ya He asked my name, so I came off the brain Told him, "Im John Doe and this is my hoe Jane" He said, "Smart mouth nigga, dont make me do ya" Put my thumbprint in his high tech computer My name came back with a warrant, felo-nies Now they got me down-town, spread my anus Buttock, Im like, "What the FUCK is it now'" He said, "You robbed a liquor store; we know where, when and how" Its foul, they got a nigga to up from the, flo up My mom, in the courtroom lookin like she bout to throw up Its a strong armed robbery, strapped in the commision at my pre-trial conference, D.A. had a proposition He said if I lose at trial Id get the ' with the L on top but take the deal hed give me five with havin most of the charges dropped Hopped on the deal quicker than blast, and said "I admit that, but two and a half aint bad I got getback" They sentenced me to five, two I gotta bring Its only strike one swing, batta batta swing [Chorus:] Its one-eight-seven on the D.A., cause they aint tryin to give a young motherfucker no leeway Yes yes... yall One-eight-seven on the whole courtroom, motherfuck em all You better swing, batta batta swing Cause once you get your third felony, your fifty years you gotta bring Its a deadly game of baseball So when they try to pull you over 1 - shoot em in the face yall 2 - shoot em in his face yall 3 - take em on a chase yall Fresh out the pen, unrehabili-tated Doin hella good, and my P.O. hates it Hates Dick, shes a dyke lesbian bitch Cant wait to violate for me for some petty ass shit I gotta get a job, so Im fillin out applications Fightin the temptation, to slang nightshift, uhh Minimum wage dont get it, five bucks a hour dont cut it, man I aint widdit So fuck it, I went and struck it rich, on the dope sack My homie gave me two, and told me to bring a fo back Now its time for me to start havin thangs I flips me a Coupe and painted it candy-apple green It gleams, clear coat sprayed on thickly Fools out to get me cause my shit is lookin sticky Im at the club and I can feel them suckers scopin Im knowin they plottin on me, but Im still hopin that they wont fry me, unless they wanna die They will be, drippin more blood, than Mrs. Simpson was Sho nuff, aint no bluff, here them suckers come Got me reachin up under the panel to handle the forty-four caliber gun, uhh Spun his ass around with one of the fat Magnum rounds Got him on the ground makin funny sounds, ohh I got a problem, witnesses ten Positive identifa-cation [Chorus] On swoll in the pen, cellmates with X-Raided Now Im on parole, five years later The Bo loc is ready to have me a ball Fuck my P.O., Im goin AWOL And you all can suck this dick, Im sick and tired of goin through all this bitch-made shit I got two strikes right now as we speak, and peep Im not bout to let you motherfuckers do, me Im petty with a prior, will buy your fate With Wilson in the office, you gets no date So Im putting all my belongings on Greyhound bus #22 Bound to another state, me and my crew Unpacked my shit, stacked my grip California and Pete Wilson can suck my dick! And if you didnt already know, that you couldnt trust his ass, just look how he did Polly Klass Used her death, and her familys name so he can yank more votes, and political fame Its a shame, that Im the one they say is a monster Juvenile delinquent, steppin out of sync with but FUCK THAT, I aint goin out, like a punk That aint my style, rip him from his asscrack to hit nutsacks now, they wanna kill a nigga like me I blast one blast two thats strike three [Chorus] [ Deadly Game Lyrics ]
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