Представляем точный текст композиции "Kill Street Blues" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Spice 1 . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Kill Street Blues» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Spice 1 передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Spice 1 - "Kill Street Blues"
Lyrics to Kill Street Blues : [Chorus:] Cookin up yae in the pure form of a rock This is how we clock, stroll up on my block 3 in the morning po-po at my door Im wonderin if really po-po at my door This is kill street blues (Alternate 3 & 4) [x4] [Verse 1:] Sit your 5 dollar ass down Nigga fore a chief baller make change Cookin up yae-yo at 3 in the mornin Choppin up game sackin up caine Fetty was layin all over the floor I guess you cold say that I was slippin As the door kick in I stick in my clip and begin the dippin Up on these so called po-po But I know it cant be nuthin but some niggas Runnin up in ski masks So I continue to curse and blast that asses out Tryin to gaffle the scratch my gat consumes Just then my killa partner steps outta the bathroom Uzis and Mack thangs start lettin off Niggas catchin slugs to the face Baking soda some niggas brains cocaine all over the place Took a dive behind the coach Heard a nigga say "We gonn kill you" My 2 twin gats start talkin to me said "Fuck them niggas I feel you" So I bail up outta the cut Tryin ta take lives with no remorse Lookin like a scene with Laurence Fishborne in "The King of New York" Now its 3 oclock in the morning And I still dont snooze Cause through my life niggas be given me all these kill street blues [Chorus:] [Verse 2:] 1 nigga died high Face down in uncut yae I stuck my finger up in the hole in his body, told him have a nice day My homie said "the real feds is comin" Said he was hit I pull the bloody corpse off his body, he told me get the shit Ran to the kitchen Hopin over the deceased Gotta get the rocks money and powder, and evade the police Put the fetty up in my hand Gotta be quick, gotta be nimble Look to my left seen 3 federalles cars in the window Now its time for me and my homie To mob the fuck on out As we mob up outta there 3 federalles mob in the house Cant say nuthin about them other niggas Them haters is out there dead Couple a slugs up in they head, with a house full of feds And aint no time to be stickin around Im hearin them ambulances and homocides Im ready to bail outta the scene and flee up in this "G" ride Im thinkin my homie heart stopped nigga dyin on me Partner dropped down to the ground Thats when them po-po started firing on me [Chorus:] Threw the caine down got to mobbin off As the po-po yelled out freeze (freeze) Lost a down ass homie and the yae-yo man But fuck it Ima keep the cheese (cheese) My partners eyes wide open Nigga layin there one breath too short (short) But each time ya nigga Spice 1 hit the corner In a big white cloud of smoke (smoke) Federalles on my bumper baby Fittin ta show em I aint no punk (punk) Use the right hand to do the drivin thang And the left hand ready to dump (dump) Led em on a high speed chase For about 30 minutes or a little bit more Got a triple thang murder up under my belt Bout 60 thousand ta doe (doe) Ohhh nooo Heard a slg hit my back tire Then I spun around Runnin into the side while tearin all shit down Bitches was screamin niggas was cussin Po-Po bustin at me (punk ass nigga) Run into the liquor store Knowin theyll never catch me But soon as Im thinkin of makin my getaway Aint this a bitch Some fedy with a 12 gauge Put the barrel fight up to my shit (stay right there nigger) Pull out the money and all of a sudden I hit the floor Looked up and see the barrel of Sgt. Kickass 4-4 [Chorus: x2] [ Kill Street Blues Lyrics ]
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