Представляем точный текст композиции "Money, Power, Respect" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Brotha Lynch Hung & C-Bo . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Money, Power, Respect» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Brotha Lynch Hung & C-Bo передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Brotha Lynch Hung & C-Bo - "Money, Power, Respect"
Lyrics to Money, Power, Respect : C-Bo, Floss B, hehe yeah money, power, respect Yeah yeah uh huh, uh huh West Coast uh huh West Coast uh huh Other side you know how we ride, uh what' [Vesre One] Oh my god, times here are so hard Baby brothers in trouble and mothers got no cards The oldest of the pack got to bring the food back Im packin a magnum on one of the hottest corners, movin sacks Duckin from one-times, life in the blind got me pointin 9s Squeezing triggers for freedom and dimes My homie Tone caught a bullet in his chest They said they heard he was pullin in the west Retaliation is a must that we run em down Wit fully loaded high powered rifles and gun em down Everyday in my city some where someone bites the dust If you here hope you with a city nigga you be trust [Chorus x2] We down for Money, Power, Respect How much you hold on yo neck' How much you roll on that Lex' [Verse Two] You know its crackin on the Southside so I hopped in my Reagle With the homie Lil Stoke and ofcourse my Desert Eagles And its like an All-Star Game I mean we 10 to 1 with business And we platinum down surrounded by killers sittin on switches Aint that a bitch' You set trip you bound to get set Ima get my respect nigga I dont give a fuck what town it is Cuz Ima respect yours and you gon respect mines And if it aint correct Ima check with the tech 9 Nigga Im a Thug Lord ask my mama Yeah these niggas got it made but they dont want no mutha fuckin mama No fuckin drama, no comma As I bounce in my rounce with a mirror on the trunk of my big black ass [Chorus x2] [Verse Three] Connect the dots I done shot through my enemies spot Then you can plot to get half of the stripes that I got My Chuck Ts tounges tucked, hung for the sprung clubs Duck or get struck, no luck with this young buck Young truck, how the fuck I look in the sell stuck' Dick in a mans hands gettin my nuts sucked Im bossed bangin, leavin all those crossed hangin Slangin death at a high cost, thats nina ross hangin Do, re, me, fa, so, la, say hola to the misses Bow down and kiss this pistola Run up wit ya gun up and get done up Im one up, from sun down to sun up I aint givin none up [Chorus x4] [ Money, Power, Respect Lyrics ]
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