Представляем точный текст композиции "Dont You Cross The Line" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Boot Camp Clik . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Dont You Cross The Line» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Boot Camp Clik передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Boot Camp Clik - "Dont You Cross The Line"
Lyrics to Dont You Cross The Line : [Intro: Sean Price] Pen my mutha fuckin rhyme, yeah, what up, what up' Boot Camp in the house, Sean P, set it off, yo [Verse 1: Sean Price] Hey yo, the arm bone connected to the hand bone Nigga, the hand bone connected to the damn chrome Sean is a killer, Monkey Barz, Sean a gorilla Great ape in the flesh, the Great 8 is the best Duke, I spit bodies and take name, and take aim At wack-ass rappers who be thinkin that they the king Stop with the lies fore I put a knot on your eye Pop a popular guy, pa, plot your demise Its not just a rhyme, its a actual fact That the God would actually clap at any rapper thats wack Internet niggas usin my image, you not Sean Triple-w-dot-get the fuck on-dot com [Verse 2: Top Dog] Im still Gd up, G.C.d up B.C.d up, blaze the weed up Henny in my cup, jump in my truck Knuck if you buck and bust if I dont trust, so... Dont You Cross The Line, understand' Or the guns in my hand, the gun goes "blam" My shit dont jam, murk you and your fam In a military stance, got you pissin in your pants [Verse 3: Rock] Yo, I roll with a bunch of gun dumpers Youse a fag, you roll with a bunch of butt munchers I will ghost you, but wont nobody call no Ghostbusters Bet if you live, next time youll call some toast busters Im so gutter, since you really shook, I whoop bouncers My reputation precedes me, they know I could and would Out countless hood pouncers, I beat fire out of niggas like you My right hands a recliner, lean back off that Track of the pack of your cabbage, fall flat Smack of the earth, with your staffs jacked before that Happen, Im Boot Camp, what you expect from me' I aint askin for love, you fuckers better love me [Hook:] So Dont You Cross The Line, understand' Or youll get this, boy, this shit, boy Dont you walk around like you raw Or youll get hit boy, click, click, boy Dont You Cross The Line, understand' Or youll get this, boy, this shit, boy Dont you walk around like you raw Or youll get hit boy, click, click, boy [Verse 4: Buckshot] Buck is mass murder, I murder the masses New or old school, I shoot up they classes Niggas need glasses when you lookin at I To recognize BDI, Im a crook til I die Fuck yall, why' I was on the low with no dough And yall was like, "Nah, I dont no go" When yall had yo flow, now my attitude is so-so You jealous and you wanna tell po-po, for what, yo' I dont sell no crack I dont sell no cocaine, weed now or none of that But, I am here for runnin rap I tell you one thing, fuck with that, gun in your back Boo-ya-ka! Who ya nah' Buckshot, I was here before Tupac died No doubt, One Nation, Im done wastin time Now my gun facin while you wastin lines, we rise [Hook:] So Dont You Cross The Line, understand' Or youll get this, boy, this shit, boy Dont you walk around like you raw Or youll get hit boy, click, click, boy Dont You Cross The Line, understand' Or youll get this, boy, this shit, boy Dont you walk around like you raw Or youll get hit boy, click, click, boy [Verse 5: Tek] This little nigga went out for a night on the town With a cone-head hoodie and a black four-pound Ran up to the door, told em "open it now Fore I cock back the hammer and blow the shit down" Now you see how bad niggas on my dick Sayin what you did to me when you aint do shit Cept hide behind your man, cop a plea to my dude Yall niggas is sweet, easily become food So stay in your lane, homes, before them thangs drawn And it be you and all of your mans gone [Verse 6: Louieville Sluggah] Look, aint nobody doin a got-damn Forever B-C-C is the fam So sucker niggas hate if you want Get your chest blown out, crack a nigga blazin a skunk Im high as Cheech, levels you cant reach Sippin on that Nac, tighten up the strap Fuckin with this Bad Bitch and her name aint Trina Just a thorough bitch, told me "Stack and keep your feet up" Im on mines double time, yeah, your boy gotta shine And my life consist of more then just rhymes Niggas hatin on the bankroll But nigga, front if you want, stand under the halo [Hook:] So Dont You Cross The Line, understand' Or youll get this, boy, this shit, boy Dont you walk around like you raw Or youll get hit boy, click, click, boy Dont You Cross The Line, understand' Or youll get this, boy, this shit, boy Dont you walk around like you raw Or youll get hit boy, click, click, boy [Verse 7: Steele] Yeah, if you cross me, thatll be costly Lose a lung or a limb, slug puncture your artery Go thatta-way, youre startin to bother me When Im frustrated, guns blazin, no apologies Fuck what they told you, I dont know you I dont owe you a damn thing, fuck what you go through I got issues of my own, pistols made of chrome Specially used to some dudes like you back home [ Dont You Cross The Line Lyrics ]
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