Представляем точный текст композиции "Drama" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста DJ Kayslay . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Drama» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую DJ Kayslay передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
DJ Kayslay - "Drama"
Lyrics to Drama : (Featuring Lil Jon/David Banner/Bun B/Baby D) [Intro: Lil Jon, DJ KaySlay] [Lil Jon] Hey (hey!), what'! (what'!) Its the motherfucking Drama King, KaySlay (yeah!) Me, its ya boy Lil Jon, hey (hey!) Lets go (ha!), what'! (what'!) what'! Lets go (ha!), yeah, hey! (hey!) Lets go (ha!) [DJ KaySlay (Lil Jon)] A yo its DJ KaySlay the Drama (drama!) King Aint nothin but real (yeah) niggaz up on this track (what') right here A yo Brian, we gots to get up in the mix Like we back on the block in 86 [Chorus: Lil Jon] If my hood talkin fake shit, what you gon catch'! (Drama!! Drama!!) What'! What'! (Drama!! Drama!!) In my face thinkin "oh he hard!" hell catch (Drama!! Drama!!) Yeah! (Drama!! Drama!!) Tryin to say somethin freak bitch, what he gon get'! (Drama!!, Drama!!) Hey! Hey! (Drama!! Drama!!) You better back up bitch before you get slapped quick! (Drama!! Drama!!) About that nigga named! (Drama!! Drama!!) [Verse 1: Bun B] Niggaz sayin what they gon do when they see that Bun B You tellin everybody out there all that dumb shit but me Alright, you niggaz want it, I got it FUCK IT, its his space (space) Soon as I get the work from +Kay+, niggaz is gettin +Slay+ed (slayed) The 50 Caliber handgun, the Mack (Mack), the Glove (Glove) Catch a nigga off the street, show his bitch-ass some love (bitch-ass some love) Hoe, you aint gettin no greater, yous a hater Give him 30 in his grill, feed his ass to the gators Fuck him now, fuck him later, niggaz know cause niggaz seen it (seen it) Im gettin my money now or get yo bitch-ass between it (bitch-ass between it) Rawer than Sushi and still swimmin in the sea I dont know how shit was but I know how shit is finna be (what') Killin off the enemy, short stoppin ya cuts (yeeah) Cuttin off ya supply cause now your connect workin for us (okay) Grab the thang and Im a bust, I aint scared to do the time So if you wanna fuck wit us, best of have it on ya mind, nigga [Chorus: Lil Jon] [Verse 2: David Banner] KaySleezy, man its easy, look, for me to go and bust On pussy-ass niggaz who cant shut the fuck up The Drama-Slap-Ya-Momma King and Mr. Mississippi If its problems come and get me man, Ill dump 150 Out the (A) K, blowin my way, make his momma say, "oh my!" Niggaz die, I roll around high All the dro clicked out bustin the .44 If ya really buck girl, then you slap that hoe Knock her out Bitch look, ya know what Im about Born fair If ya real then put it in the air Big guns, big funds and real big wheels Go on hit him in his chest and watch his body windmill Aw FUCK, David Banner is comin out the cut All I got in this world is my word and my nut - fuck nigga [Lil Jon talking] + (David Banner) Yo we gotta let these (yeah) niggaz know what they gettin When they fucking startin wit that bullshit [Chorus: Lil Jon] [Verse 3: Baby D] Motherfucker want it, get done up Packin heat out the summer BLAOW! BLAOW! in the crowd Now watch the crowd go ball And this here (yeeah) about the clip and (hoe) they dug it (hoe) And givin blood up (come on) Im too fast for em Mr. Potato (oh) Head (ooh), nigga then slid and mash on Clash on em (yeeah), harass em (yeeah) Flash em (yeeah) wit a full tank of gas Then put this (oh) in ya ass Wit acid (yeeah), without a reason (hoe) aint leakin But (come on) how my tolerance is limited Got em smokin like chimney, leave ya body dumpin like Jimmeny You the enemy that envy me (hoe) its a sin to be (come on) Friends wit these niggaz who aint kin to me Family, countin (ooh) the problems, when we jump off probably Hard and he soft (hey), I was taught (hoe) Uh, (come on) when you done wit em (what'), they better not be able to walk Dont talk (yeeah) and let your answers speak for ya (for ya) The block aint hot until it boil I love the block (yeeah) like hot pot did Donald Boyle (ooh) I make bread on the soil [Chorus: Lil Jon] [ Drama Lyrics ]
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