Представляем точный текст композиции "Dont U Be Greedy" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста U.N.L.V. . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Dont U Be Greedy» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую U.N.L.V. передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
U.N.L.V. - "Dont U Be Greedy"
Lyrics to Dont U Be Greedy : [Yella: Talkin] My dog gonna be home with a story to tell Ya see, yall know what Im talkin bout [Yella Boy] Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes Twerk all right getty up Eddie Bow Bounce for that Outfit twerk for that Elflic Brawl for that Polaroid then go get ya two slugs I dont have nothin if I dont have you Like Whitney even said, I will always love ya to Bounce for that Outfit the ones who mean it Wont ya bounce for that Outfit and dont ya be greedy Dont dont be greedy, dont dont cha be greedy Shhh, bout to make me go to far Unless ya bout the whole third they called Ya see, ya wont some nine seven Lincolns With boo-koo sound, you can hear us if ya comin around Its best ya get the right kind of disk to listen to me I want Means and Tina Marie Its best you get a built in alarm cuz I got me a gat and Im a try to set the whole third on the back Ya get it, Got to get it right nigga, handle ya business Oops, there they go to Rouxs five o Stash-o left his bundle sittin on the ramp Stash-o bundle must be dippin out the cut Stash-o bundle must be sittin on the ramp Im always jumpin shop never dressin like a champ Im up early in the mornin on the breakfast smokin weed Im bout to go to Regal scoop, fresh pair of Arenas I went on Deli Shake and dressed mighty gentle I said look at my snaps and bout another rental I brought my nigga to Nickels cuz that was a school Tellin all them ninth ward niggas that the third ward rules I walked into the school and standin on the yard A chick snuck and asked me was I from the third ward Niggas came out the buildin and they was bootin me up I grabbed the clip out my pockets and made them cowards duck I told my ol lady Ill be back to see I went to Mac Melph Calio a Booker T So they pilled up in a Trooper I was gasin it Boo-Koo, AKs, Macs Pumps and shit and I Was so darn able goin out St. Claud With my Kangol to the back representin the third ward [Chorus:] Dont ya be greedy dont dont be greedy Dont dont cha be greedy Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes Twerk all right getty up Eddie Bow Bounce for that Outfit twerk for that Elflic Brawl for that Polaroid then go get ya two slugs I dont have nothin if I dont have you Like Whitney even said, I will always love ya to Bounce for that Outfit the ones who mean it Wont ya bounce for that Outfit and dont ya be greedy Dont dont be greedy, dont dont cha be greedy [Yella Boy] Higgy hop the fence, put the guns in the grass You can see the rep smoke poppin out they ass See we caught seven niggas slippin in the class room Tryna jump out the window but they couldnt and I dont mind dyin I see that shit Five niggas got killed lets go hop the fence quick [Chorus:] [Yella Boy] On the real like a man you gots to be real If you hangin in that third, you bests be out to kill Cuz we walk by, fight by, drive by to Hang a forty five and a ap medal to Bounce baby bounce or boot up bitch Where dey at get the gat first I gots to take a piss Im a Magnolia Man, a Calio King Im servin boo-koo dog hoes out the Melpomene I know ya thought I wouldnt be back But ya cant keep me down,dont forget about the "U" And the Ca§h Money clown, twerk all right Getty up Eddie Bow, Im a serve ya body up when I get in the shower, Im a good lookin rapper I aint tryna front, Im a good lookin rapper I aint Tryna stunt, next week Im gettin the rental and The royal blue, with the white interior and gold daytons to Go DJ, thats my DJ, go DJ, thats my DJ [Chorus:] Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes Dont ya be greedy dont dont be greedy Dont dont cha be greedy [Yella Boy] Me and my DJ, Mannie Fresh we done shut the pieces We fuckin wives, we fuckin daughers, and even nieces These hoes like Mosquitos suckin dick and lickin nuts Fuckin, doggin, leavin, makin em run behind that dick I be servin em puttin em up cuz Im a fool from that three Yella Boy, Mannie Fresh, we win the contest I must confess we rank as the best I spin the bin with hot bullets I hope ya got yo vest Nigga, on the real in this nine seven area I be in the N-O-L-I-A area if ya scared Ya end up in the back of the dumpster With two to the motherfuckin head Go DJ, go DJ, go DJ, thats my DJ, thats my DJ [Chorus: From Last Verse] [ Dont U Be Greedy Lyrics ]
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