Представляем точный текст композиции "Just Another Crazy Clique" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста ICP (Insane Clown Posse) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Just Another Crazy Clique» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую ICP (Insane Clown Posse) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - "Just Another Crazy Clique"
Lyrics to Just Another Crazy Clique : I choke....nope, nah, hold up. Aight, listen....Fucking go!! I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it! (Nooo!!) Cause Im sick like a diseased Etheopian!! (That shits wack...aight, fuck that....aight, hold up....aight, cmon....WAIT A SECOND!! LISTEN!!) Ill peel your cap back with a cannonball I buck them all Fuck them all (Yeah!) We standing tall (Whooooo!!) Three 6 Mafia!! (Yes!! Yes!!) Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid... (Noooo!!) We used to--we used to-- We used to rob for them petty thangs Like a gold chain Or a mothafucking pinky ring Now its gold cane If you see me on the dope train Im the dope man Cigarettes in my right hand Ready to make a stand Old folks scared of eye gain Out the window pane They be looking with a migraine While I catch a drain And you know its a fucking shame When you in this game Trying to sell to a sprung lane I control your brain To my niggaz, bust glocks, fuck wit us, bitch see Its the buckest of the four, bust a trick, make em bleed Through his neck, through his back, nigga, cover them hoes Aint nuttin else gon be workin when you twirkin wit some pros Automatic with the carrier Silence on the barrier Hang them in the closet, kidnap the treasurer Bandanas on our face from wilding out like some cowboys Hoe, we need the keys and Im talking like, now boy! We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I aint gon lie Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos Im causing shit with ya, cant come close We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I aint gonna lie Put your guards up, show em who really runnin the streets with them Calicos Im causing shit with ya, cant come close We the clique that dont play Quick to rip your head off and hand it to Violent J And bury it away Im on the spree Killing for free Without a conscience Bitches, we on a mission to bomb shit Twiztid, ICP, with the Triple Six clique Hoes that pop lip Can eat a dick Or get your neck slit Im having these memory lapses Of bodies off in the caskets With no heads Monoxide, ruler of the dead We 50-deep on the lawn With the Psychopathic leathers on You say its on So come bring it on We getting crunk at your funerals Treat us like we criminals We juggalo individuals We just another crazy clique ICP, Twiztid, Triple Six All up in this bitch And we running shit We doing drivebys on all yall with chainsaws Pure uncut, redefining rugged and raw We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I aint gonna lie Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos Ill causing shit with ya, cant come close We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I aint gonna lie Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos Ill causing shit with ya, cant come close Just another crazy clique to fuck around and bury ya Taking care of ya We scarier Than malaria I walk around your neighborhood like Frankenstein Choking anybody I find Im taking mine You mothafuckas cant get near it Cause you fear it Look at my glass eye, Im sick like Lou Gerigh I dunno judo, but I go KEE-YA!!! Fuck you up so bad, a wheelchair couldnt see ya Listen....(slllllooooppppp!!) Ya hear that, slut' That was me...pulling this dick out ya butt Im a juggalo serial killa, steady screaming, "fuck yall!!" I stab bitches with a chainsaw We walk around Compton and Watts beat scrubs up And right into thugs face, I throw the dubs up We tearing clubs up, down south from the D Three Six yall, Twiztid, and ICP We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I aint gonna lie Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos Ill causing shit with ya, cant come close We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I aint gonna lie Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos Ill causing shit with ya, cant come close [ Just Another Crazy Clique Lyrics ]
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