Представляем точный текст композиции "Green Island" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Redman & Method Man . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Green Island» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Redman & Method Man передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Redman & Method Man - "Green Island"
Lyrics to Green Island : Motherfuckin, ladies and gentleman My styles rugged like Timberland When I clock lyric then women give me more love than Wimbledon My style flow local like New Jersey transit And I cant stand it And youll need Teddy to unjam it when I cram it Im from N-to-the-E W-A-R-K, Newark NJ got the AK When I wave bitch you better say heeyyyyyyyy Im a Kid From the Hall I got big balls to make your pussy walls dribble in my drawers Hey boy this is the way the East coast swing it so bring it Man I told you ass Brown-er than James with the Sex Machine shit I keep the chronic patrol on the road in case youre wondering why I keep my izm Cause I smoked everybody elses shit up My styles the ultimate funk when I mic checka One two checka And I give effects to niggaz with my Black and Decker So check the, manuscript, man you flipped Put it down if you cant handle it Got a B-R-C-G, Blunt Rollers College Graduate I got a degrees in Physics on how high I can get Then next I check how many niggaz that can die from my Tec Cause the N-E-W-A-R-K is where the niggaz robbin and stealin and fuckin niggaz everyday Now Jerseys on max so pass the dutchie on the lefthand side Hide the hidash, in case we cridash, in my ride So, sliiiide, before I call the medics You can bet bitch you couldnt get fly if you were FedEx Can I, drop the funk on ya, run it on ya Strong as ammonia, smell it from here to California Cause Reggie Noble dropped that cock named Noble at Sunoco Im better than rice and beans when I rock you ocho to ocho My music more underground than a kid at 300 XL Convertible, fuel-injected, thats why my styles well-respected Im dope on the ridealz, so fidealz, on my didealz And chumps are wondering what two niggaz dropped the funk funk Verbally you never heard of me I smoke you third degrees and cause surgery for emergency cause Reggie Nobles known like burglary I get hot busted when I dip my nuggets Hey, if it take a million niggaz to stop it just like Chuck did Cause we run around Newark with the nine cock Keep it heated for the brothers thats not off my block And if ya dont know the flavor, be a tough guy and enter So go show you more nigga events than Jacob Jaffrey center Im genuine, to the rhyme, get your canines Cops that got the hot glock stocked for when its playtime I rock around the Robin TWEET TWEET on the calendar Cause you couldnt pull my number if your class major was Algebra I make bitches moan to my Stallone without Sylvester Cause Im more deadlier than a whole school system of investors So check us, I always smoke mad blunts before breakfast Cause I, Get Around like 2Pac with Poetic in my Justic Hold tight, hold tight, everybody hold tight Im sooper like my man cat, cause I keep my styles jam packed I wrreerawwwowww like Anthrax, split my pants like Bill Bixby You could tell the tracks was fat from the work of my MP-60 I smoke the chronic thats why my sinus always fucked up Them bones, them bones, them bones will have you fucked up I blaze blunts with my nigga Mellow, yo say hello (Yo whattup dogg') Really, now pass the second blunt to Quilly Now sit your big ass down cuz I dont know about this rap stuff There wasnt rap when I was pickin cotton, sayin massa Yall yall whippersnappers, with the caps on backwards Man, yall fuck around with Quilly I kick a bone out yo ass quick Watch out now, I aint bullshittin I representin the oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-Gs from forty-three goddamnit And if you keep on with that dirty mistreatin Im gonna whoop your ass, til your heart stop beating And yo, chronic bubonic the funky bionic you find it Ill have to rewind it where minds are blinded Time 4 Sum Aksion so time to find it I smoked out like a cookout, look out my dicks out That was last album when I was bouncin on trains like Malcolm I was hiiiiigh, I thought I wouldnt survive Thats why I quit my nine to five and got live Because this hip-to-the-hop shit fills my pockets And Im Audi for ninety-four because I already got my props Hoes, hoes, and more hoes... [ Green Island Lyrics ]
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