Представляем точный текст композиции "Off To Tijuana" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Hush . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Off To Tijuana» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Hush передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Hush - "Off To Tijuana"
Lyrics to Off To Tijuana : (feat. Eminem, Swifty McVay & Kuniva) (Sampled from Eminems "Criminal") *Eminem whistling* [Teller] Hi [Eminem] How you doin' [Teller] How can I help you' [Eminem] Yeah, I need to make a withdrawal... *gun cocks* Put the fucking money in the bag, bitch, and I wont kill you [Teller] What' Oh my God, dont kill me [Eminem] Im not gonna kill you, bitch. Quit fucking around [Teller] Dont kill me, I have two kids at home! [Eminem] I said Im not gonna fucking kill you! [Teller] Dont kill me! [Eminem] Hurry the fuck up! *gunshot* Thank you! [Verse 1: Hush] I gotta keep this engine running (Ill be back) Pedal to the metal, Swifty better hurry up Cause I aint going back to jail I dont wanna see my face up in Newsweek Im sitting like a duck, like Tulley up in "Blue Streak" What the fuck is taking so long' (Hurry up, motherfucker, Ima hit this gas and be GONE!) But I cant leave my homey (Hold up!) They all know me Im the Jeff Gord-on of this bitch, the cops can blow me Fuck, who is that' Shit, Im getting nervous Staring out this dirty windshield for any persons Damn, its this bum, cleaning with a squeegee (Heres a dollar, motherfucker, now scram before they see me!) I hope they didnt ring the alarm (Shit) Swiftys gonna have to bomb, and then it fucks up the job But I dont care, as long as we flee this place Cause the last thing I need is a fucking police chase, shit Cool, here he comes, I hope hes got the stash (Yo nigga, pull off! We heading to the bank for some mo cash!) Yo, there better be enough for me to get that maid back (Hey yo, dont worry bout that, dog, the cash is in our laps) (Chorus: Eminem) Put the money in the back, bitch, this is a stickup Anybody who moves is getting picked up, off the ground This is the sound, this is how its going down If Im going down, then youre going down (down) Now this is the plot: we pull this off, then we split the pot We get caught, Im peeling off, the deal is off But if we can pull this caper, then we can get this paper Then Im going, off to Tijuana Come on, Im ready if you are [Verse 2: Swifty McVay] ''' while I sit in the car chiefing In the mood to be thieving this season Hey yo, Hush, Ima snatch what they ''' Pull over and Ima rob this bitch for a purpose You can either read it or see it (What you mean, "Read it or see it'") Itll work, know whats worse' Its better than having to beat a bitch up out of her purse I been pacing this bank, patiently waiting For the day they get up in this motherfucker So dont drive away (Ill be right here!) Hey (sup') Nigga, pop the trunk so I can grab the AK And then Im headed to the safe Im at the counter in the tellers face "Yo, if anybody move, Ima make spaghetti out of your wife!" (Dont shoot!) I hopped a gate, shot a citizen After he gave me the combination to open it And there was nothing but Benjamins Filled it back and jetted up, headed to the door Hush is in the front, revving up (Motherfucker, come on!) I jumped over the security, while he on the floor Trying to pull my feet, I shot him before he could draw Hit the street and we swerve No less than a hundred thousand in our back seat (Now Im peeling off the curb) [Chorus] [Verse 3: Kuniva] I got some chips up my sleeve I walked in a 7-11 and grabbed Aviv And put the heat to his cheek Dont even think about moving Just gimme the loot and Ill be cruising Along with my day and it wont be a shooting (Mister, please dont hurt me! Here, have a Slurpee!) Oh my God, Aviv, shut the fuck up, your voice irks me All of this for three hundred seventy six dollars and eight cents' This robbery does not make sense Come on out bitch (scream) Yeah, you, behind the chip rack Your little stank ass is on the verge of getting pimp slapped Gimme your paper, your jewels, and all of your valuables Serious about that scrilla, Kuniva an animal Rushing out the front door, zigzagging and dodging traffic If it gets drastic, my automatic will start a blasting Thats how we do it where Im from, me, Swift, and Hush We ducking off, contemplating which lick to rush [Chorus] [ Off To Tijuana Lyrics ]
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