Представляем точный текст композиции "Guns And Butter" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста C-Rayz Walz . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Guns And Butter» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую C-Rayz Walz передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
C-Rayz Walz - "Guns And Butter"
Lyrics to Guns And Butter : [ad libs and shouts for first 12 seconds] [C-Rayz Walz] C-Rayz, guns and butter! Go back upstairs, eat your mac cheese and fishsticks You not 50, you gon die tryin to "Get Rich" I spit sick, my lungs disease is from Asia My LPs a "Funcrusher" too, my Fantasias Roy Jones, knock opponents and ball too Im a MC! (Yo!) What the fuck they call you'! Pussy, my grammars truth yall You wanna be a player, just to dive for loose balls Dickhead - come out your face, say somethin slick My lines get all up in your ass, like your uncles dick That chick said youre a small piece of wood stuck in her fingertip (huh') Little prick! You aint even on my sons level, he just a little sick This aint really nuttin devil, its just a little bit Illegitimate trip through my scenic path If I really spit, the kids would hate english class Do the math, my science will blow up your lab Slow up your staff, I laugh at your arts and crafts You ass, smelly socks and jocks, gym trash Drag past those who study honies with drab bags Son you, have your moms yellin HEY THEY +BAGGED-DAD+ Come through, bomb you like schools in Iraq Dumb dude, in fact you fiction, mouth be spittin Raps collapse your ear where waxll stack, listen Drum tap, young cat, old vision, soul glisten Gun clap, one track mind, rhyme whole rhythm creatin Instead of waitin, refrain from thought patterns Of your dame givin me crazy brains like horseradish [Chorus] Get those props, follow my light Spit so hot, last week I had to swallow my ice We end the year with a token ending, swollen sentence Off the chain like a stolen pendant Get those props, follow my light Spit so hot, last week I had to swallow my ice In the gutter where suckersll cut ya, mothersll hug ya It all comes down to guns and butter [C-Rayz Walz] I already seen a mill/Amil, but you aint even heard me yet She moves well without the +Roc+ like the Jersey Nets You cant, get in the game, your position is lame Stay on the bench, enjoy the wood you Marc Twain character Im holdin back! So I wont melt the polar caps So good off the top, my hairlines growin back I make sense/cents now, Ill make dollars later Holla hater, catch a scratch from the Cut Creator These is Reebok lines, they supposed to be pumped And get your smoke for free, like promotional blunts Your style standard, my style is simply candid I dont jerk off no more, I came empty-handed Honeydip said you spit like you sprayin a clip And wipe my mouth off with tissue, I be sayin some shit So you can stack cracks, clap gats or rap We where the wild things are, and its a fact I max Subtract the whack, now divide the stacks Multiplied by the feel of the real, and Im back And my DAT contains the masters, so I maintain disaster Polly with NASA, master tracks Anything less than that' Im bridgin the gap Like African tribes, I got pussy sewed up, its a rap But if its that deep, dap me, clap me too I fear none of you characters, like Scrappy Doo "Cmon, put em up!" Make the rumors greater My names fate, we gon meet up, sooner or later Give you fools +Juelz+, like a Santana verse And wreck the beat til your bandana burst [Chorus] [ Guns And Butter Lyrics ]
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