Представляем точный текст композиции "Death Riders" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста C-Bo . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Death Riders» — 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 - "Death Riders"
Lyrics to Death Riders : Now that a niggas seen money, shit I can smile and laugh I got 20s on my bentley An iron cage in front of my pad And I still mean muggin Throw up west-side in my photo shoot And got TVs, 20s and DVDs in my photo coupe Got a stash spot in the airbag For when the po-pos snoop Steady mobbin on the killa route With the bads like pride gin n juice Im split proof With the bulletproof and the gin n juice Still mash with the men in blue And stay strapped down with a mac-10 or two Now how you wanna do it' We can get muddy and bloody Ima still count cash, count crass In the middle of the street whoopin niggas ass Im west bound crowned by 50 pounds thats how I do it On the phone with your wife While ya gettin beat down that how I do it Im a mastermind in crime I cause disaster with one 9 Be behind 17 bodies all shot in the head one time So think twice before you gaffle One pellet to the big apple All your names in one bag Were pullin death tickets like a raffle [Chorus x4] Bitch, Im a rider for death Slide with a tek-9 for respect And a nigga that step gets stepped with a tek So its best you ride with a vest Homicide be the best bet For the real life with the best threats Surprise, with a tek full of teflons Its westside for death Yeah yeah war, 9, give it to em Hit the men in blue and I send it to em Let off the deaf one full of teflons Hollowtips spittin straight through em Niggas scream one never seen one Send a mini 14 in the street low With no remorse of course I aim The tip of torch and I scream go Havent you ever heard of a straight killa' One that makes really quick to break a nigga Fuck fake niggas and ' nigga Leave em abandoned and stranded Hit, by chrome cannon And he bucked and bucked and kicked Like a bull from the next planet They wanna see me talkin bout thug law You a cinderella quick to scrub floors Behind your car door in the war And youve got a 44 Catch me in a four-door range Wicked language with blowed brains With Comptons revered And a east-side ridah no brains This west coast mafia til death do us part I dont step on no mark I let the Smith & Wesson bark Who you are' Nigga you just a bitch in my book You snitch, and couldnt shook Cus you done bit the hook [Chorus x4] Aint no nigga gon step on my toes Without gettin bullet holes through his car door Or a broken nose, they say Im hostile But Im just raised bloccstyle Dont ever want it nigga, never put my glock down Im from the town where house parties be known for crackin For 10 minutes, then it happen, niggas cappin and scrappin Then sideways off the block, gang signs out the window And its fuck all cops, cus I hit the sherm with the indo Now, Im superman and Im quick to shoot a man If its teflon, I send a teflon through his chest bones Im out for manslaughter, must I test the water' I got heat that explodes and implodes like Pearl Harbor The hood is like a mini-war, them little ''' Now I bang a gang, that I remain to kill lethal Gets critical and its pitiful Cus money is all Im in it for In the hood on one knee Strap in my hand yellin what that info [Chorus x4] [ Death Riders Lyrics ]
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