Представляем точный текст композиции "Oh No" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Trae . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Oh No» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Trae передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Trae - "Oh No"
Lyrics to Oh No : (feat. Paul Wall & Chamillionaire) [Hook] Oh no, there go them Texas boys banging in a fo do Top fell out the drop, crawling on 84s Think of taking my slab, baby I dont think so My heat under my seat, and I dont love you hoes Living it like a G, but still I gotta lay low Five percent or ten, but still my screens gon glow These haters be in my mix, and these boppers be on my dick Everytime I come round the corner [Paul Wall] Im from the land of opportunity, in God we trust But haters in my mix, got me paranoid and disgust Im scoping out my side mirrors, when my cars in park Its after dark, and my slab is fresh meat to these sharks Boys thinking I been drinking, so Im off my note But I got seventeen surprises, tucked inside of my coat See me strut through the parking lot, on 22s plus Its a must I make all haters, eat my dust Them jump-out boys, waiting trying to catch me slipping I aint tripping, grain aint the only thing that Im gripping Boys jacking with these tow trucks, thinking they slick But take a trip to South Lee, and end up in a ditch They got my purple people eater once, the next day I bought a Range Rover cash, and a new set of fronts Ive been on feet for months, Im taking haters to lunch Paul Wall and Trae, hit em with that one-two punch [Hook] [Trae] When I flip in my slab Im fin to beat they back off, like I was legs Sitting low and tinted on chrome, gangstafied till Im finished Im bout to diminish these haters, when my trunk start waving Blue over gray, side of my drop with six T.V.s Im displaying They hate that Im shining, with the fifth wheel falling flying down the block But if one of these haters, wanna jack me Slugs gon be flying, out the glock I click for no reason, this season my slab is staining they brain And I be known for getting reckless in Texas, gripping on grain Forever be pimping, 84 tipping all through the South Grilling boppers all through my tint, with diamonds all in my mouth They all in my mouth, looking stupid when I burn right past em Cause some of these broads be living shife, and setting up for the jacking But not today, cause Trae gon be flipping on top of his game We guerillas Im mobbing with, aint no stopping me mayn When Im in my fo do solo, the slab is bound to get tossed And if you trying to be competition, then you bound to be getting lost [Hook] [Chamillionaire] Now look how your life stares, in a barrel and I swear I wouldnt let a platinum ghost, jack me in a nightmare I got that paranoia for you, trigga finger gon destroy you And if that trigga finger dont get you, get the number to my lawyer I hold court with Ben Franklin, I talk with my bread Soon as I let him out that briefcase, its off with your head Cant negotiate with the heater either, talk to the lead And talk to your head, when its finished youll walk with the dead I call the police theyll probably get him, by the end of the week I call the streets, they gon get him before the end of this treat With the end of the heat, to set flame to the end of his suite The end of his feet, will be poking out the end of a sheet Hold up Im just saying though, has this happened befo naw But no law, gon keep these hollows from entering your jaw If its my money or my family, or my woman or my car Im headed to that blood bank, Im bout to make a withdrawl [Hook] [Chamillionaire] When Im coming round that corner All you haters, better get up out of my range Run up on me, if you wanna I aint gon play no games, at all when Im taking my aim Cause youre gonna be a goner You thinking of taking mine, late night when the 84s swang I know you niggaz in the game, gotta feel the same Make a jacker feel the pain, and he can charge it to the game When Im coming round that corner Hmmmm-mmmm-mmmm-mmm-hm-hm-hm Run up on me, if you wanna Hmmmm-mmmm-mmmm-mmm-hm-hm-hm Cause youre gonna be a goner Hmmmm-mmmm-mmmm-mmm-hm-hm-hm I know you niggaz in the game, gotta feel the same Make a jacker feel the pain, and he can charge it to the game [Hook] [ Oh No Lyrics ]
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