Представляем точный текст композиции "Get Yours" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста C-Loc . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Get Yours» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую C-Loc передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
C-Loc - "Get Yours"
Lyrics to Get Yours : (feat. Young Bleed) [First Verse: C-Loc] Now as in my town, in your town, playas keep it locked Let us know where the party at Fool, and well rock Without a doubt, in and out, like that dank on the road Lets turn the block, smoke some dope, and Ill show you the rose Im makin, sun shine on a cloudy day, you feel me nigga' Instead of sittin while Im whinin my life away, you haters kill me nigga From a spot, well fellas dope sack, last night Sell they soul to make it better than the last time Hustlas doin like Wally never be free And you makin million dollar plans without me' Make it the last time Bout my grind, hope to shed this life of crime You know my kind, just like you, and fill me up and press rewind Ill tell you, all them niggasll get they time to shine You get your neck broke or choked for fuckin round with mine Ya heard me''!! [Chorus: Young Bleed] Get Yours! Never holdin up when I get it I split yours Doin whatcha wanna my noggin cuz its yours Keep it on the low til ya bubble and spit yours You heard me' [x2] [Second Verse: C-Loc] Now where the work at' I leave the crime scene in a blaze Can you work that' Just broke yesterday, now Im paid Now its curse Black, for fools that fake the funk in my way Daddy bust back, and leave em lost in life like a maze Now feel me flat you gettin stuck up And fools that sposed to blasted at me, you done fucked up I aint trippin I was quick to put the clip in You punks better listen Now you started this beef, so put your lip in Muthafucka spit the game above your neck, like a tech Picture me, out the frame with them thangs and a vest You know the rest Down and dirty out there eatin curly fries Tired of spendin my mornings tellin my Mama dont worry Cuz we gone shine ya heard me' [Chorus] [Third Verse: C-Loc] So dont get full of that whatever the fuck And lose your mind cuz Ima lose mine and tear this place up Now Ima tell you, this your chance To stop the buckin cuz you fuckin with a mad man Muthafucka came from late night to the spot, tryin to survive in the game And doin shows coast to coast, sippin nac on the plane While you do your thang, Ima do my thang on the grind While you rack your brains, Ima stack change so I can shine Like that flashlight, you know the one the tags whoop you with When its late night, for tryin to run and swallow your shit Now I tried to do right, when I got out on the fifth But I got in tight my playa partna needed a lift Went and drifted in that lost World of playas and thieves Thats how you flip, in the ghetto when you tryin to break free From a family tree of hustlas, playas, felons, and thieves When they tellin you they gettin it yo its a dream And here it is ya heard me' [Chorus x3] [ Get Yours Lyrics ]
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