Представляем точный текст композиции "Fo Ridas" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста C-Bo . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Fo Ridas» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую C-Bo передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
C-Bo - "Fo Ridas"
Lyrics to Fo Ridas : Uh This ones fo the money Uh [Verse 1] We ridin raw 97 Suburbans wit the chrome kit every nigga on trigga ready to dome split got a million but still aint satisfied gold thangs on every old school that we ride got keys so many gs bitches on they knees, dyin to get wit these if a bitch aint about her money, man I cant fuck wit that got to be down to run the street, sellin that pussy or move some yak ask yo folks bitch like 40 Im so serious about my scratch livin like a straight hustla b pass the weed, man fuck a batch from Vallejo to Sac pushin new Lacs an 96 Acs we roll strapped, lounge wit the money from the game of crack some million dolla macks gettin taxed for the crack sack from ol skool seven-deuce Chevys an glass packs representin to the fullest, the west-side of the map where we roll strapped wit black ridas stuck in the mack ridas. [Chrous: C-Bo] I was born in hell juss to be a rida wit lo-los an 4-4s an mo hoes fo the ridas keep my pants saggin stay strapped wit the magnum ridas desperado outlaws do the dirt [Verse 2] I got bitches like the mack, out to get my scratch pushin the 9-7 Lac, movin keys of yak an aint a damn thang changed about the dope game but the bitches size the money an the price of the caine from ruby 13-5s is how we get it cracked out, the metro packs saran wrapped an get it if its money then a nigga, gots to get it hit it an quit it, but I aint wit it less its worth a mill ticket Im a savage about my cabbage I gots to have it automatic, movin through traffic prepared fo static got a sack that weighs a ton, wit a mac-11 one, uh jackas when they come, get done-ditty-done, trick mutha fuckaz cant hang wit the Garden Blocc gang packin techs, quick to wreck brains Im insane, like the loccest mutha fucka on caine to kill first like a rida, is the rules of the game rida. [Chorus x1] [Verse 3] Diamond rings, an chains down wit the Rolex name ridin Lexuss in Texas i where my pits get trained mo pain then I proceed to gain like a gumbo pot full o sell em up full of caine got a 4-5 got a Stang Im Major Pain inflictin pain no pain, no gain was out fo murda when I came dont tame mo niggaz, then a million man march an hang those niggaz, blessed wit a weak heart no marks in my game, then bump an pull triggaz mash off an ridas leavin nuthin but dead niggaz Im real wit this, thats why they kill wit this young ballaz on alcohol, thatll peel yo shit dont try to act like you hardcore knowin you aint Mafias ready fo war bringin the yellow tank westcoast is the spot where I slang my yey distributin it nation wide, all across the state fo ridas. [chorus] [ Fo Ridas Lyrics ]
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