Представляем точный текст композиции "Deep Down" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Brotha Lynch Hung . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Deep Down» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Brotha Lynch Hung передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Brotha Lynch Hung - "Deep Down"
Lyrics to Deep Down : (feat. Mr. Doctor) [Brotha Lynch] Yeah I could load a 9 up everyday, but why My loccs told me homie make them tapes And keep that 24 block alive But if I feel Im in need, I gots to ride Carry a 9 for straight business, not just a side Man its the night-mare, creepin up in the cut Im hittin dice games, barbeques, no matter what The things Ive seenll make ya throw up Flaunt your flag, shoot your gats, hit your dank Where Im from thats how ya grow up Man its that wicked and 9 millimeter Carrier bein stereo-typed daily Ya gots to feel me, foo its that baby Killas run around everyday thats why Im strapped Ya heard it I got my own back-fade Out into the lac and hit the city of Sac Them homies given me that But you got them fools that want a foe then They wonderin why Im carryin me a 12 gauge pump Man I aint no punk The average everyday thug thats how it sounds Im defendin myself, and loadin that mili And leaving em layin [Chorus x4] Deep down, theres a place for hope [Mr. Doctor] I guess its hard to explain why Im feelin how Im feelin I guess Im feelin sorrow cus my homies got some stealin And foos would say that its my fault I bet See cus I wasnt strapped yo, but I cant fuck my set How could I know that them foos would blast' Later on, on my folks Its funny how this bangins got its different strokes I think about my loccs and how they made it Though Im stressin from the fact They gotta suffer from a bullet hole And Mr. Doctor just dont have hope locc Its only been a month, since my last down partner got smoked And rivals is deep, up in my city foo Since Im on the underground team, I cant have no peace My life is tore up so I guess Im stuck Yeah, I got my St. Ides, Im turnin it up To get drunk, then I post up on the street While I say to myself, for the block Homie rest in peace [Chorus x4] [Brotha Lynch] They say that aint the way to handle that type funk But now Im loadin up the strap, smokin on that blunt Just cus the Brotha Hung is flag-up What that mean, I cant ride' Why Gs up in my face, Im bout to help them ride I keep a low pro, drink the 4-0 And lounge until its time to go Shinin up the forty-fo Rollin up the boogey-boo, indo And hopin if I should die, before Im high That they bury me in 50 pounds of chocolate thai I got them homies from the south-side givin it up and Them homies from the east-side slangin that stuff and Im right up in the middle tryin to hang on and Tryin not to end up like them niggas doin time in the pen But then again Im down for when the homies is ready to roll em up You know, stick in a dark-blue cut And as Im creepin through ya set Trip, dont get caught up, shot up The gardenblock loccs, man we leave em layin [Chorus x4] [ Deep Down Lyrics ]
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