Представляем точный текст композиции "Higher" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Twista . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Higher» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Twista передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Twista - "Higher"
Lyrics to Higher : (feat. Ludacris & Wildstyle) [Intro: Twista] + (Ludacris) Yeah, you know its about to go down right' (Yeeah!) Got to let them know who is this' (Ludacris!) And who else nigga' (Twista, wooo, ahhh!) Uh, uh (check it out) [Verse 1: Ludacris] Sometimes I think that I got to see a little bit of brighter days Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a solid cage And you could look to the left or the right but Im trapped on center stage And I could rap to the beat, but I dont know how to change my ways I still hear a fool and I track them, distract them, and whack them Jack a nigga for the day to days and I yak them, attack them, and sack them Get a weapon and I crack his brain cause Im a hustler, baller, pro And it wouldnt be right for me to be around busters, and crawlers, and hoes But Im a pimp at night, so talk shit and Im a lift them up off of they toes With a street sweeper regulating quarters, and kis, and os In a two-seater, Ludacris and Twista with bags of dro Smoking, choking, get them open, croaking Its so potent - Im hoping to keep on floating Soaking wet and you can bet, people Im high Im seeing lions, and tigers and bears - oh my! And I cant hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance Im felling good Im weapon-concealing, stealing my neighborhood Would, could, and should break a nigga off Theyll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and (cough) You caused some vapors and I caught the throne, brain blown, honey Im home Give me the microphone, and fools is like, "leave me alone!" [Chorus: Twista] Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk If you want what Im on, come on and kick it Lets ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk All the bad ass bitches that want to party Just shake it, great players get pumped Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the party Get money fuck hoes, get crunk [Verse 2: Twista] (Look out!) I put a little bit of hash on some motherfucking purple haze I feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi Got me up and then rippng shit in a rage In the netti cofetti with a belly, Gucci Timberland stepping on the petal up in the Cadillac truck Want to get me for the wood Better get the whole motherfucking hood to come and give you some back up We can get into it and if you want to do it Im leaking the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at this If they all get some blood for fucking with thugs that I bury My adversaries better not want none of Twis Represent for my city, anybody that different with me Got to get him for thinking its a game And whether you from my city or not, talk shit Ima kill him especially if he say my name Ive been up on him - I handle my business And Im a stick him up for the scrilla, from K-Tilla, smoking on a fat piller Murder haters that dont feel a Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but really dont be killers Balling out so hard the size of my rims grow to a hellafied sight-scene When the dough become no bigger, Im going to drop that 2003 on 19" [Chorus: Twista] [Verse 3: Twista] We balling out of control, I floss on, play on, pimp on A speed deamon, pedal to the metal when Im in the zone Hang on cause here Im gone In the motherfucking wind when Im sippin on Henn I got paper, you owe something And I done came a long way from letting me hold something, to roll something Find a body, then fill him up with some adrenaline And then kill him and send him to the cemetery With a flow for the whole world like a poet, Check icy cold, your Pops so hungry, he mends a berry Shit, and when it come to shipping good Who that', who that', I got the sack open And the herb got the flow so strong Hot them on crack, the track is for back-to-back smoking Never come up with it unwise, and he nigga you aint untouchable when I spark the heat Coming at you like sharks to meat the blood is softly, I can tell when a mark is hard as we Come fully loaded cause Im hard to beat always screaming where a beat and the dro at' You know we love that cut up In the back of the club with purple in the back crying Twis and Ludacris get fucked up [Chorus: Twista] [Outro: Twista] + (Wildstyle) Pass me the.. Let me smoke my.. (Yeeah, this a Wildstyle production Twista and Ludacris collabo, get it, get it get it, uh, yeeah) [ Higher Lyrics ]
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