Представляем точный текст композиции "Mans World" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Buddha Monk . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Mans World» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Buddha Monk передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Buddha Monk - "Mans World"
Lyrics to Mans World : [Intro: (James Brown sample) Buddha Monk] (Its time to dance, its time to dance) [Chorus: (James Brown sample) Buddha Monk] (This is a mans world) I shot ya... (Somebody better call the doctor) (This is a mans world) I shot ya... (Somebody better call the doctor) [Buddha Monk] How dare yall cats try to front on me Thinkin like, you the shit, thats why you better than me' Check it, I got sixteen thatll split six spleen And definetly hollow points, so you can get my point, nigga I aint worried about buying no cars and shit I just walk around the corner, and take your shit Go ask the hood, do the Monk guns bark (ask them) Go ask my hood, am I a True and Living God (peace God) The answer youll get, dont fuck with him Do you wanna live, man, dont fuck with him Youll also get the haters and gun fakers Yea, I shot at them, thats why they all fucking haters And Im sure youll wanna be like me Cuz you told your bitch, and last night she told me Motel 6 and I wanna thank you for your bitch You can have her back, shes all yours, bitch I come from a land where gangs dont play D tuck block and gs weed cops See that kid on the block, sagitarrius that hate you Shhh, dont say nothing, I hate you too, faggot You aint a man, you still a pea shooter buck Shut the fuck up, before this man fuck you up Im serious, this is my world, stay out of my ring mic I bite your ear off and feed it to your fucking wife, nigga [Chorus] [Buddha Monk] What you think Im playing, oh you think its a joke Take two of these and feel these notes I was born in a world with a silver spoon bent Wooden spoons disrespect, across your chin Pops standing on the corner with a hand full of gin Shake, rattle them dice, I need chicken in the fridge And my bids, I dont do skid bits I get football numbers to counter your wrist You can party at the rastas, Asta Spumanti Shine two women in the club, while puff leaves your lungs It aint where you from, its wheres your gun And wheres your heart Fighting is for fun, but busting is a gun art Im anoid by yall, seven scores by yall Meaning the war I got with yall was made by yall See what causes friction was the slick talking the talk Your walk became important, cuz its when the guns talk Im a big guy, and ducking they knives Snipe one off, pick you up, go head, let the shells fly You ready to die, not ready as I, come on Tell the truth, you want the days to go by, right' Let no man, fuck with G-Monks Got them thang-thang niggaz, thatll put a nigga under, for real You wonder, how you got the case of runs of Gun diarrhea, now Im dancing with thieves, yup! [Chorus x2] [ Mans World Lyrics ]
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