Представляем точный текст композиции "Gun Smoke" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Chamillionaire . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Gun Smoke» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Chamillionaire передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Chamillionaire - "Gun Smoke"
Lyrics to Gun Smoke : [Yung-Ro: Intro] 1 and a 2 and a 3 (Nobody!) And a 1, and a 2 and a 3 (Nobody!) And a 1, 2, 3 (Nobody!) And a 1 and 2 and a 3! (Nobody!) [Bridge ] What ya mean' (Put ya mug on) What you mean' (Put ya mug on) What you mean' (Put ya mug on) What you mean' (Put ya mug on) ..What you sayin' What you mean' (Put ya mug on) ..What you sayin' What you mean' (Put ya mug on) [Chorus] Gun Smoke, when you hear me cockin it back and me gun go Booyakaa-Booyakaa leave you layin on the floor, Yeah Buck-Buck-Buck shots, come come now what you mean' Pussy mad and blood clots, Gun Smoke (repeat) [Verse 1: Yung-Ro] -Shh!, Poof, Nobody the ghost bitch When its gun smoke on the track, you know Yung Ro wrote this Yeah, forever Color Changin Click homie! Cuz I aint the type to switch homie Some the real niggaz never pick phonies To roll with me, I ride 1 deep Solo with a glock next to me So many brothers wanna plex with me And Ima show em all whos next to see Peek-A-Boo, theres gun-smoke (Gunshots) Thats how my gun go, shots out to that Po-Yo on the block like Rasaq on the mash for dough And Ima fly, cocky, ignorant dude You dont wanna see me in a ignorant mood Just trust me dog, sit and be cool And we could see how fast your pivot move ..(Bitch!), thats how I plex, execute em With a red-beam, not even Neo, cant dodge what Im shootin So if you hatin, you better be expectin some fire From Nobody the Ghost, and the Mixtape Messiah So what you sayin slick, say it to my face Its on the tip of my tongue, and Im gettin tired of its taste Hey!, thats not for you son, let me give you the truth son You not the truth son, we the realest reppin (Houston) Color Changin Click, we hot, aint playin mayne Cockin back Im sprayin man, Im-Im just sayin mayne What I gotta do to help you kids understand Love Ro, if not for rap for what he is as a man Ima inspiration in the hood for niggaz that struggle Quit complainin, singin sad songs get up and hustle Get ya money mayne, sleep later and hoes get nothin No love, no patience, no cash, hold up, just nothin In they face screamin get money nigga, because Im true to it And its nothin let you tell it, its somethin you new to it And Ima keep makin you bitch niggaz mad at me Say Koopa, fuck rap, niggaz cant fuck with my mentality [Cham: Hahaha, yeah] [Ro: Gyeah] [Cham: Yeah, yeah] [Ro: Nobody the Ghost man] [Cham: Sho] [Ro: Uh-Uh, yeah] [Cham: Its Koopa] [Ro: Its that Mixtape, M-Mixtape, M-Mixtape Messiah] [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] Yeah, Im the man the chief, look how I handle weak ass niggaz who thinkin that they could have my streets Im wavin my weaponary at a random sweep Anybody that want it, can get a can of beef Why you kissin and tellin my lil spanish freak she kissin and tellin me how the bang it sleep If its someone else its playin its weak Its a problem who gonna go handle it (its me) Real niggaz be sayin what type of man is he Is the nigga a fraud' nigga let me see I know the nigga a lesser man then me If he said to them instead of me You makin some noise, it dont jam to me So the game is currently gon depend on me Im the nigga that gave you a 50 jammin street If I bomb on the nigga, Ima fantal beef Give a damn if I loose a couple fans a week Cuz niggaz thats real is gonna stand with me Give a damn if I loose a couple friends a week Cuz I ride to the end, and itll end with me And some pretend to be, friends but they just fakin the feeling You know he fake, and you fakin it with him And the nigga be thinkin his fakin is hittin Who the hell is makin this niggin feel like he ready to slander me Like he aint never gon have to be dealin with the uh Majesty Chamillionaire yeah, Im makin a livin You fakin a livin, and I dont give a damn whos house you in I bring the roof down like its weights in the ceiling [Cham: Haha, yeah] [Ro: Yeah] [Cham: Chamillitary man!, respect the name, respect the game, respect yeah already] [ Gun Smoke Lyrics ]
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