Представляем точный текст композиции "Last Alternative" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Tommy Wright III . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Last Alternative» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Tommy Wright III передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Tommy Wright III - "Last Alternative"
Lyrics to Last Alternative : (feat. La Chat, Project Pimp) [Hook:] Aint no use in throwin blows I just wanna smoke you hoe Aint no use in throwin blows I just wanna smoke you hoe Aint no use in throwin blows I just wanna smoke you hoes I just wanna smoke you hoe Aint no use in throwin blows [x2] [Verse 1: Tommy Wright III] Hollow points spray, everyday, all day, till the day that I fuckin die Street sweep through the hood wid my nigga Kiki in the wood wid the ooze, hangin out the sunroof doin drive-by, You survive, thats a lie, fifty niggas standin on the corna watchin every muthafuckn move you make, Some perpetrate, shootin ball on crate, Got rocks in they socks, NARCs come nigga break Bullet penetrate, in a nigga face not payin Tryna fuck wid Tommy Wright dont fight just blast, Last nigga died, when he tried, pimpin big, got killed, blood spilled, dump they body in a field B-I-G woulda probably gave you "One More Chance" But not me, on my tone, get the phone Dial 911 and reserve you a ambulance Bustas braggin, eye cappin lyin bout who they done put to rest Prove it to me, do a street sweep, Put a hole in a nigga chest that forgot to wear a bullet proof vest, Bloody mess and bloody sink, bloody hands, bloody pants Wasnt shit different when I moved in South Memphis for the nigga millimetre for they broad got pimpin Lampin on the track wid ah handful ah rocks and ah Ziploc glock on safe, gotta watch UFO, undercover 5-0, Still on parole cant catch another case, Creepin night Tommy Wright, no street lights in the hood go to war with the world if I gotta, Roll up ya sleeves, put ya dukes up and bleed, Tommy Wright dont fight, wrong move, ratter-tatter [Hook x1] [Verse 2: La Chat] Hoppin on these bitches, leavin em wid stitches Reason why I do these funky hoes, If you bitches got some anna bring the shit on cause La Chat still wont go, Cappin all these suckas, fillin these bustas Shoot em to the ground wid my nine that I tote Bitches wanna test my motherfuckin pimpin Best believe thats a motherfuckin lesson hoe Beatin these bitches to the ground, Thats my hobby I like to do, Busta ass hoe got a glock at her side Betta pull it cause she got no other choice but to shoot, Threaten my fuckin life hoe thats a no no you lil silly hoe, You one hoe, that I know that done know, that your stupid ass gotta vamp gotta go, Evil signs I do not see, its just the hatred in my blood Its just me when I feel the need Im poppin them motherfuckin slugs Bitch I am the scandalous I do not play them silly games Never plan to fall will we put none ah these bustas lemon lames Know this annas on my mind, it keep me doin a fuckin crime Never like caught, slippin bitch, I bet I keep my fuckin nine Got some anamosity, heres my fuckin do key Get that shit up off your chest My 20 guage track will handle the rest [Hook x1] [Project Pimp] I gotta be makin that cash, the bigga my stash I put on my halloween mask, Time to go trick or treat, fold up them swisher sweets Makin them lemons lay down in the grass My weapon Im grippin aint no time for slippin The Pimp and Im all about makin that cheese, Robber who robbin them bitches for riches and dumpin aint no stoppin till I get some kis, Full ah that weed, so I can proceed wid my plans and take care my family through problems, Hit up my nigga that wanted Li-zo and Terrel Some playas who down to go robbin, Think that Im flodgin dont slip and get killed by them bullets that fly from the .45 clip, that cocaine is in my brain Got me straight doin thangs, to them hoe niggas when I catch em slip No mercy for suckas and bustas when Im on my hustle I take care ah my business off top, Regardless whoever that nigga might be when I take all his cheese, I bet he get shot, be clippin that glock, It full wid black talon for static I might have to aim on ah low, I kick it wid killers, dog dealers, graveniggas who squeeze on the triggas, we dumped on em low [Tommy Wright III] Tommy Wright, creep at night, ready to take your fuckin life, Roll them dice, get a side bet Tommy best shot betta aim that I get, Murder one expert, drinkin red rum Hoe my mouth dont move cause I talk wid ah ooze Slip on my gloves, Tommy gots no love Two glocks Tommy shot two cops on a rooftop Pistol grippers, leavin yall bodies in plastic bags wid zippers Where Im from niggas come wid pistols Tommy got a tech in the middle ah the street yellin whos next Im gon buck em, and Im gon stuff em Tommy dont love em it was only fuck phonies Six feet to me aint deep Cant be seen wid ah dead dope fiend in the passenger seat, Really dont give a fuck, nail it to your nuts Everyday parlay sun down, sun up Niggas dont want no peace so they pack a piece wait, Murder show at twelve cant be late, Fuck scrappin, Tommy Wright cappin and dappin when the damage is done, do away wid the gun On the run, real billy sippin O-Z, Ten wanted men feelin deep, trick or treat, fuck tha police [Hook x1] [Tommy Wright III] Dig that, Memphis niggas aint scrappin no more Especially ten wanted men, fuck scrappin we cappin Its on like cap, BIOTCH! [ Last Alternative Lyrics ]
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