Представляем точный текст композиции "Here We Come, Boy!" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста C-Bo . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Here We Come, Boy!» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую C-Bo передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
C-Bo - "Here We Come, Boy!"
Lyrics to Here We Come, Boy! : [Verse 1] Aint no runnin my thugs in coming to come gunning Running down pound for pound dumping them rounds Catching a beatdown these outta town niggas stay thuggin Mustlin and hustlin to try to keep from strugglin Bubblin on the block with a mouth fulla rocks Packin a glock with jackers plotin on the spot We ride till we die bullets fly through the night We load clips spit hollow tips till they all ride or they all cry I thank the LORD for my living You hollering and ballering without a dam thing giving Im rolling with thugs in the v thugs on dubs and no love If you dont get money like a scrub if your money aint right You better fall boy If your money is tight you gone fall boy Im from that westside where we ride Throw your dubs in the sky fuckem all we ball till we ride [Chorus x2] Here we come, boy Better raise up off the spot Here we come, boy Better hide or not Here we come, boy Why you cuffing that broad She gone lose or choose the nigga that got it all [Verse 2] Hummers we come gunning them down drastic Blasted the bastards off they muthafucking asses Closed casket toward those that want to have it Fuck a speech make peace in the street with automatics Im starvin like marvin niggas so fuck fast Im getting mines with my gun with my mask straight mashing Ride by you bitches watching that ass cry If I ride on you niggas you better blast or die Smash or fry Im in jail raising heck Put down your gauge and rag nigga and get mail get mail Yous money is funny cuz yous a dummy On the block hop on your veins nose all runny Cloths all bummy your hoes all on me And its all for the milk and honey I count money like a bank teller Its all mines in this gangster shit Im the greatest of all time [Chorus x2] [Verse 3] Witness to hurder me never I stay focused Blast till they disappear like rukus fukus To escape death is hopeless I open fire with teflons on you bitches till you smoke us Reminiscing on my past days addicted to my bastard ways Ill be a thug till my casket lays Dear LORD will you help me escape prison Success and freedom is my only possible mission Tried to violate my freedom of speech pete kip They punk violation was weak eat a dick bitch Didnt think a thug could rise above skies It made me to push a bently witness me drive by and fuck parole Till I fold all you pinkies against me I opened fire like gerano I pack a glock and lick shots Like Pac on cops and wont stop till they all drop punk bitch [Chorus] [ Here We Come, Boy! Lyrics ]
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