Представляем точный текст композиции "Gun Powder" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Rhythm & Green . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Gun Powder» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Rhythm & Green передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Rhythm & Green - "Gun Powder"
Lyrics to Gun Powder : (feat. Gonzoe, Phats Bossalini, Yukmouth) [Verse 1: Rame Royal] I reside in Oakland, California Eastside aint no bullshit I mean to the fullest we ride be wise if you aint ready for trigger action niggas may ask ya now when I comes to blastin the sons of fashion its too much like gettin touched for rappin slip the clip in you fucked wont even know what happened unload, close caskets from the cappin defaced erased cant be replaced its a disgrace vet players set this pace cant keep up We leave you wit what' Hit your chest Like kicks from the bass' Someone should of told you Im from the old skool meanin the cold dude wit heat when I hold my two make your whole body go like Juls then disinigrate slugs penitrate any thug dont discriminate I mean this go up in you like intervenous witness forgettin this aint seen shit they fiend this Towns Finest few dank hits YaHighness wrap that ass up in a blanket like blindness dump you in the trunk punk wit the pump, mass, an semi while I toast yo ass wit the Henny. Cuz Im the type of nigga thats quick to blast fuck wit me I bust a cap in that ass cuz I dont give a fuck I buck an keep bailin.... I hope you bitch niggas aint tellin! [Chorus x2: Rame Royal] Duce-duces duce-5s 3-80s 3-57s glocks 4-4s 4-5s an Mac 11s Techs, AP-9s AR-15s AK-47s uzis, M-16s. [second time:] "Uzis, M-16s" is replaced by "fully auto machines" [Verse 2: Phats Bossalini] It was me an Rame in a drop top Mustang money from caine wit visions of havin fame I went to Regime M-16s wit red beams to serve crack fiends tef filled the magazines WHAT'! Im on a come up pressin my luck hold glocks not givin a fuck fillin my cup to the brim regrettin my sins I push a Benz fuck 10s plus all they friends they love the bubble man its Bossi fuckin wit mine could be costly multiple shots slash yo spot then we outtie AKs tossin grenades yo blocks raid when the gun blaze you an yo niggas done hit the pave. WHAT'! [Rame Royal] (Ra-me!!!) What' (Roy-al!) Gun Powder! [echos x] (Nigga its Gonzoe!) When shots reign down from the tower. Its Gun Powder. Hit yo chest an devour. Gun Powder. Nigga! Bring you to your final hour. Its Gun Powder. [echos x2] [Verse 3: Gonzoe] Im 21 now burn keys of weed down to ashes make more money sip Henn outta Champagne glasses like niggas cuz they give us a foul hand to work with I keep takin hits from the deck until its perfect my sisters smoked out an Im stuck feedin her kids work my site phat on the block and its worth ends so fuck it aint no luck in this game its Rames thinkin I aint lookin in the police face wit out blinkin cant crack the eye contact I give that shit right back talk to him wit this thang on my lap maybe its my habitat my surroundins my world bout hoochie bitches Cutlass wit 15s poundin Its Gun Powder. [Rame Royal] Cuz Im the type of nigga thats quick to blast fuck wit me I bust a cap in that ass cuz I dont give a fuck I buck an keep bailin.... I hope you bitch niggas aint tellin! [Chorus x2] [Verse 4: Crown Jul] We got Downtown livin an big city dreams got my trigger finger an my palms itchin for green stalkin caps an trench coats poppin at all them poster nigga kinfolks best hope is revenge close an get to hoppin I get to choppin dicks off this aint Lorenna Bobbit they cant stop it I gets off and man you been spotted red dotted ya head shot at bustin 3-57s pushin 3-50 rocket up an down the asphalte catapultin bullets up in them ass holes full of dope we full of saucy get the cash flow drunk niggas be accuarate be mackin the gats so punk niggas evacuate the area and we raid yo block in caravans strapped wit 4 Macs brought back from Afghanistan face it wit Millimeter in hand if you ever need a friend call the heater man. [Verse 5: Yukmouth] I got a AK a Tre-8 a Tech-9 an HK uzi and a chrome 4-5 Stashed outside. Skinny niggas dont box I sock niggas in the head wit the glock clown they ass wit the Peppermint Snops pop Extacy an mushroom tops fuck the boon docks an come to 6-500 Blocks wit a batch of rocks stashed in the boom box posted up roll the dice nigga broke it up smoke it up Kryptonite like Fruit Topia I twist ya cap niggas be gettin they caps twisted caught up in traps fuckin wit hood rat bitches man I mack bitches slap bitches like Pretty Tony niggas be phonier than Cubic-Zirconi I make you mutha fuckas scream "I Miss My Homie" (UGGGHHH!!) Whip out the gun and I would FUCK yo hood now where you from niggah!!'' [ Gun Powder Lyrics ]
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