Представляем точный текст композиции "I Got It Like That Flow" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Boss Hogg Outlawz . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «I Got It Like That Flow» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Boss Hogg Outlawz передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Boss Hogg Outlawz - "I Got It Like That Flow"
Lyrics to I Got It Like That Flow : [talking:] Run it, gangstas and gentlemen Its your boy, Killa nigga (they know who it is) Thats right nigga, run it yeah Thats right, the truth in this bitch nigga The truth in this motherfucker nigga, (Killa) [Kyleon:] On and on, and my glock Im palming Take two shots, and call me in the morning You aint gotta see P. Diddy, to get a warning Or go to Big Poppa, to ask him who shot ya Im the doctor, this lyrical surgery The truth in the booth, while yall committing purgery Im a star on these tracks G, go and ask P With the flow, waters the only thing that can match me Apply pressure, thatll knock off your shoulders Im finna to do away with these, knock off Hovas Spit a sixteen, end your careers Since you cant see me, tell somebody lend you a ear Now they listening, the pictures clear Im in the top spot, whack raps cant get you here And thats the reason, why I got this nice bling With these Bathing Apes fits, and this kicks by Ice Cream [PJ:] Six in the morning, back on the block With a big black glock, and a pack full of rocks Back on top, out of the FEDs Outlaw nigga, back getting his bread Straight from the hood, thats all I know Sell grams of this dro, or grams of blow Hustler fa sho, the O.G.s told me Trust no nigga, do my dirt by my lonely Most niggaz fony, fraud as hell Rap or the trap, got bars for sale Niggaz be hating, pay em no mind Keep fucking they bitches, stay on my grind Hate to see a nigga shine, mad and shit Niggaz act like, they never had shit PJ nigga, G fa sho Just hit a nigga up, when you need that snow [Chris Ward:] My flow is hell-a-vicious, yours is repetitious Is a playa spread the word, go tell them bitches They just mad at me, and hate me gladly Cause I aint they baby daddy, pushing that baby caddy See Im that nig, they call C. Wig That pump more oil, than a fucking oil rig I got a style, that the whole world can dig And I can make any track, snap like a twig Even though my flow, is kinda hard to catch on You gotta do like Lambo doors, and latch on On my hip like a phone clip, the strap is attached on If you disrespect the kid, leave half your back gone See all my life, I done rolled with Gs Thugstas hustlers, and I roll with thieves You niggaz, is pussy You need to check yourself between the legs, to see if you got ovaries As for me, my pockets stay overdosed with these And I got more dames, than churches got rosaries Yeah-yeah Im C. Wiggity Whoadie Weez With a attitude, that can take on four of mes I got goals, for the future And one of them is to sell c.d.s, overseas I mean Im to the point, where Im trying to weigh my own salaries Hundred percent fat, plus high counts of calories You know, I get in these hoes head like allergies And have em bidding over the dick, like they at those galleries These new rappers, dont flatter me Even though they say imitation, is the highest form of flattery [talking:] Thank ya but no thank ya, dick riders [Slim Thug:] The Boss is back, the Boss is back I told P let a G, G talk to that You wanna be like the Boss, itll cost you black Saw a lot of good years, Im a flosser black Whether rap or crack, the money the proof A straight hustler from the youth, nigga thats the truth When yall was shooting hoops, through the nets and loops I was standing on the block, or standing in the booth Like Ima get it, like Nino or Snoop shit Either or, but fuck being poor Ima walk up the block, till my legs get sore Spit hits in the mic, till my throat get raw Run the streets, if its peace or war If I gotta squash beef, shoot the heat some more Were here this evening, for one reason To keep the streets bleeding, this Outlaw season The light green, for me and my dream team To be scene from Queens, to the streets of Bejing So clean when I hit the scene hot new drop New bop on the block, picking up a new knot Got the number one spot, records sell or not Nan nigga wanna see me, in that parking lot Nan nigga wanna see me, when it come to the diamonds Ill blind him, you crazy Ill out shine him Rock in the pinky ring, cost mo than your set up Chain so heavy, I can barely hold my head up You seen a yard, with this many cars Whatever you aint making no sense, lil man just shut up [ I Got It Like That Flow Lyrics ]
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