Представляем точный текст композиции "Hells Kitchen" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Andre Nickatina . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Hells Kitchen» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Andre Nickatina передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Andre Nickatina - "Hells Kitchen"
Lyrics to Hells Kitchen : (feat. Saafir) "My line of work is considered by some to be a... a tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are benign tumors, and there are others, that are very malignant..." [Saafir] Ay-ay, Ay-ay (Saaf Bizzle) Ay-ay, Ay-ay (Saaf Bizzle, Nickatina) Yo Mothafucka in here with some real Nickatine man... [Andre Nickatina] When the gat would hit, then the rhyme would spit Gun nailed you to the crucifix I aint new improved man Im true to this Aint nothin you can do to this Chicken beg, mislead, caught a shot to the head Instead we get high as a mothafuckin nigga yeah wit no dreads, no dreads I get to plugging that, who Thuggin that Gotta go drop a bug in that Post up where the drugs is at Yeah mothafucka where the lovin at My computer brain is on high octane Ripping like a rocket man Block it try to stop it man Youll end up in my pocket man Bust like a bullet in a watermelon Whats the CD there youre selling Better not be mine or mothafucka you gon start to yelling Fillmore rap academy, Bustin right at your sanity Ammo and artillery, clock a major salary Charge just like a battery, for assault and battery Dead just like a battery, from this major battery [Saafir] I bang that West Oakland my colors the silver and black Raider nigga got his stripes from the barber shop where the filmed "The Mack" Nigga I got them rules on my shirt and Im deep in this game All angles spittin it so niggas dont get it confused with the fame Let me tap that blackness on your eyeball like "What the fuck you lookin at'" Then I got to remember, Im strizzled and sacked and saucy off smack Bitch I aint no contender, I been holding these championship rings Ammunition and big faces mothafucka I been "Ladeem" Niggas on the turf on American soil, gettin this American green Niggas hate cause Im skyscraping the small shelf Bull pit cigarettes I promise a hospital harness, to be taken the farthest from this life Nickatine and Saafir, Sizzaline is the farthest on this mic [Andre Nickatina] Walked out of court doin major bragging Bruce Lee down like danger dragon Blue jeans doin some major sagging Freak can bump hard in the station wagon Hot heavy and ready Garlic bread with the spaghetti Do it like Bo-Bo, with a fo-fo Ty fo-fo, Ty fo-fo Write to the gods like its legendary Some might think its imaginary In the rap game freak I popped the cherry What you gotta say about that Keep it live a 45 number 2 pencil Get my solo wave, for the perfect gangsta instrumental, ya feel me Check it, load me up and then cock me back Then come right back with the counter rap Hes bustin raps till he collapse Or at least until his chest plate crack [Saafir] I aint one of these bitch ass niggas that aint from the town that spit what he dont do But Ima let him bumble a little more then Ima hip all my niggas to you You lyin about tryna be high that aint fire that you spittin Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt and baked the fuck up in Hells Kitchen I aint one of these bitch ass niggas that aint from the town that spit what he dont do But Ima let him bumble a little more then Ima hip all my niggas to you You lyin about tryna be high that aint fire that you spittin Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt and baked the fuck up in Hells Kitchen I know at his next show hell be slipping, cause his guns aint clicking He tryna shine like stadium lights Ima leave this nigga ice dripping With some real heat star 6-70 For a bitch ass Hollywood nigga that wanna become a star thats heavenly Its not hard, you can depend on me, Serving niggas like you, Im the epitome Only difference I dont drink much And mothafuckas get deeply touched That think I give a fuck tryna get money but shit if you gotta get hit Ill dump your face off Have your ass under the Astroturf of some shit Crack that weak Halloween mask and stab your ass in a pumpkin, Im dumping West Oakland...Saaf Bizzle... "Finished with the assignment, beautiful, excellent work, great work..." [ Hells Kitchen Lyrics ]
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