Представляем точный текст композиции "Dont Get Carried Away" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Busta Rhymes . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Dont Get Carried Away» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Busta Rhymes передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Busta Rhymes - "Dont Get Carried Away"
Lyrics to Dont Get Carried Away : (feat. Nas) [Busta Rhymes] Doctor, yeah I think we got some shit for em (FLIP-MOOODE!) Yeah Ima rub these sticks together Check it, and start a bonfire [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] And if you dont see it yall niggaz cant fuck with our FLIPMODE MOVEMENT - bounce in your truck to us YALL GET STUPID - dont try to fuck with us Because you will get carried away, yeah youll get carried away [Busta Rhymes] Now Im subtle, once I pick up my metal Put my foot on the pedal, ridin through every ghetto Analyze the shit Im seein when I sip Amaretto A lot of bitches on the strip, struttin in they stilettos Then they wave and say hello, when my Lambo is yellow Everything they got a jingle when they walk like ah-Jello See the niggaz on the corner and I never forget it And I never regret because I see how you get it Now because of you niggaz, Im a hustler nigga Gnac guzzler nigga, rip your jugular nigga In the night I become the type to love when its dark Cause when I pull up and park, is when Im makin my mark See the facts that Im tryin to strive and capitalize in Start to max-a-mimize and b-build a ent-ter-prise And wh-while Im stockin this bread, keep ah-stockin the lead And leave a permanent dot, on the top of your head [Chorus] [Nas] Ill Will, Flip-mooode! Im the enigma, there is none harder, smarter Martyr, Godfather, my interest, your departure Pardon Dre this beat is a monster, catchy Like sleepin under open windows thats drafty Then wakin up my throat scratchy, thats how I spit it nasty They short, a few inches North of a dwarf My flows Murcielago, ghostin them narcos Toast in the ways of the original Pablos Still a pyramid architect, mix liquors like a chemist Killer lyricist, poetical tyrant Sneaker store terrorist, Mt. Everest I climbed it Heat is drawn, no creepin on me whenever Im bent My mind spray, my nine spray And freak styles like 3000 Andre To keep pilin, keep pushin them drops Nas, runnin with hot Busta Bust, we dont stop [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Now Im hot, and we runnin the block Watch me run in your spot, fiends comin in flocks Add a little cut to the coke when Im cookin the pot DRUGS, BITCH! I got what you want come and get what I got Now I almost forgot, I come to close up your shop I love to fold up a knot, love totin the glock Helps me feel safer when niggaz try to scheme on my plot Try to steal paper from me you gotta deal with a lot See I will leave you to rot, only defendin my stock Niggaz know they pussy and struggle to pretend that they not Lose your life in the drop, while I harvest the crop My hot shit; bust a cannon have you run in your socks See we live on the edge, bang shit with a sledgehammer Split up your head, kill a snitch for the feds Lets go, for the streets Im always spittin a gospel Get Nas holdin a barrel size of elephant nostril [Chorus] [ Dont Get Carried Away Lyrics ]
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