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Текст песни «Do What Ya Feel» от Redman

Представляем точный текст композиции "Do What Ya Feel" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Redman . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Do What Ya Feel» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Redman передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.

Redman - "Do What Ya Feel"

Lyrics to Do What Ya Feel : [Intro: Redman] Hahahahahaaa follow... just do what ya feel and Ima follow Ima follow... Just do what ya feel and we gon follow Just do what ya feel and Ima follow Just do what ya feel and Ima follow Haha, Meth-Tical [Method Man] Who wanna flip with the acrobatic From ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical The resevoir is now open I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you dont know me or my style We hold court and blow trial You catch cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now Mans down, hands down Hold ground by yo side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart to my fucking heart Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word Time Time 4 Sum Aksion Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Backlund Im throwin wrestlin holds Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo best shot If it dont hip it dont hop If it dont quit it dont stop, thats the life [Redman] I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through that Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule Better move with a set of tools I be doin it to mics when Im a, heterosexual I load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters when I slaughter dont get, caught in the water Cause the Bricks got its own World Order Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease Did more drugs than pharmacies So call me that lyrical Genovese, you cant compare Get you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities Dont make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority of niggaz lookin hard at me, I Port em like Authority And when my nigga Meth shine out the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time (Redman and Method Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh") Its that Jersey representer Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter [Method] Word... [Redman] Just do what ya feel and Ima follow (repeat 3X) Funk Doc break it down [Redman] Hah.. yo, suck my dick out of animosity The velocity will fly that head and freeze yo camps like pottery To give lobotomies to all you rap colonies And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy Impossibly might be the one in black leather Name tag sayin "Caution when wet by the track wetter" The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her Three years for carrying a loaded handgun But its forever when a nigga [chik-chik BLAAAOW] and he lands one to your cranium That red dot on your forehead its not cause you Arabian (Yo watch you say to him!) You caught up in a tight situation I should start erasin your whole organization for makin wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement You couldnt come close if I gave you my bookin agent or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger Even a crowd to get you souped up - youre still wack I peel caps, on the regular Destroy MCs et cetera, creep like The Predator Fuck you, your label moms and yo editor Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin all on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin Bitches hit me off more than New Edition (Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet) I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique So Iron Lung (one me gun done) Get on the mic and break em off with sumthin sumthin [Method Man] We moonshine and grow crops Purchasin the handhelds with the sho shots, it got me spittin these slugs at my competition, in rap sessions U-A-P aint got no weapon, you lip professin Next in, line, parental discretion advised these explicit, street linguistics Better than yo momma biscuits, we bomb shellin I might know but aint tellin, too bad you missed it Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid Color-safe bleach so I dont fade Scar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp get yo bandaids hold that Like E said, Get the Bozack Show them wack niggaz where the dos at On the case like Im Kojak Kissin the grits on that Flo bitch Flip scripts take LOOONG shits - Raider Ruckus One, I come with premeditated redrum Gingivitis to your filthy ass gums Bottom line either get down or get done Motherfucker [ Do What Ya Feel Lyrics ]

Содержание трека помогает не только запомнить любимые строки, но и ощутить связь с Redman. Возможно, вы заметите, как лирика «Do What Ya Feel» перекликается с вашим опытом, или найдёте ответы на давние вопросы. Эта страница создана для ценителей музыки: здесь вы сохраните текст для личного использования, поделитесь им с друзьями или используете в творчестве. Погружайтесь в мир слов композиции «Do What Ya Feel» — каждая строчка здесь обретает новый смысл.




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