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Текст песни «One Mo Pound» от Brotha Lynch Hung

Представляем точный текст композиции "One Mo Pound" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Brotha Lynch Hung . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «One Mo Pound» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Brotha Lynch Hung передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.

Brotha Lynch Hung - "One Mo Pound"

Lyrics to One Mo Pound : I was rollin through the hood one day Thought shit den calmed down, "Gang-bangin" den played out by the years since I den been around Aint talked to nobody from my block Cause all my niggas is locked up And its been all ever I seen wit a guillotine So I was in the "Cut Supreme" Fifteen grams and some "greenodine" Aint seen a block nigga since But now Im off that kill green (Mothtafuckas aint got no love for me) (Niggas wanna put some slugs in me) So Im double 0 seven, murder redrum wit my three fifty seven Brotha Lynch Hung, but the bitches call me Kevin They try to make me think they close to me, but Nebin (never) You know I gots to (say high) stay high, keep recipts for alibis And the meat they ate from them drive-bys aint mine cause mines a supe desguise As I swoop the skies high off that buddha tah mixed the cusche and the purple hairs And it got me high (Now Im rollin on the river) Labeled Mr. FedEx (Cause them bodies I deliver) Got to get to my next plot Unlock the freezer get the meat for the "rocks" (rotweilers) And heat the heat cause its the "nine-nebin" (97) and its hot den a mothafucka (All day everyday) Imma stay loaded up, "krondike" in the trunk And a pound full of James Brown Cause I gots to get loaded so hold up soldier [Chorus: x2] The count goes (One more pound of smoke and its guaranteed to make a mothafucka choke) (Aint got no down ass bitch at my side but I got some bomb ass weed in my ride) Nothin but notches, booches Fill my pockets, hit em up everyday, gotta have my pay The gaungay got me high now Im paranoida den these booches Filthy rich, Imma take the loot And the dig a ditch, tell your neighborhood bitch to miss me with that hoe shit Cause Imma get this nigga when he surface And thats on everything I love, I gots to split his wig Opened up the little blue packet, stung him like a yellow-jacket Rib cage heavily padded, hit him with the automatic shells Send him to hell express from his mailing address We got his name, for sho, then we went to the house and did that shit I know I said I do it alone in the pass, everybody in the neighborhood knew somebody betta jack his ass up like a six-four impala You floatin on dirty water Pack your shit up nigga like its on only you and your 'woda-goda' Track your ass down, smoke your last pound [Chorus x2] (If you smell any smoke its just me and my homies gettin blown) And I was late gettin home, intoxicated Fight with my old lady she was comin at unreal, hit the blunt and now shes animated Motivate through you like a foggy mist You can hold me in your chest-plate like that nitro hit First Degree told me if the weed can toss Itll talk some shit, gotta get me an underspot make me a Hemp Museum like B-Legit Im tryin to bump my head on the moon Live so high up in the mountains eatin snake meat, fried raccoons With a attitude I need food to eat up smoke a fat blunt on my couch with my feet up Top notch program, DOS mode indo 95 upgrade siccmade Stay paid til the day on the ground, Imma lay, Imma stay loaded up In my trunk I got the blow you up and itll blow you up And the count goes [Brotha Lynch Hung sends out shout outs til the end] [ One Mo Pound Lyrics ]

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