Представляем точный текст композиции "Pain Inside" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста U-God . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Pain Inside» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую U-God передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
U-God - "Pain Inside"
Lyrics to Pain Inside : (feat. Black Ice, Letha Face) [Intro: U-God] Let me bug out, let me bug out for a second (fucka!) Thats why... (oh! Muthafuckas!) Mmm-mmm-mmm, its gangsta, nigga Its potent (Uh, Six Mill) East coastin, try to hide.. [Chorus: U-God] All the pain inside I had to face it that one day Im gonna die Thats why I try to keep my head up towards the sky Sit back and watch, let me take you on a ride Uh, natural high.. [U-God] Yo, yo, make it rain again, spit flame again Now, watch how Im aimin em, my bare hands is stranglin Time to bang again, camera shots anglin Thats right I got your head piece danglin Mics is tanglin, toast champagne again Coast to coast now, join the campaign again I fuck more women than Wilt Chamberlain Its, U-God, yeah he Back in the Game again Im titanium, mixed with uranium Crack craniums, no tamin him Live at palladium (yeah), jam packed stadium (yeah) Many men, youre afraid of him Once they weighed him in, he flushed money down the drain again Touched vein again, rocks Im slangin em Cops cant finger him, SWAT cant bring him in New millennium, we came to win [Chorus] [Black Ice] I move in silence, and let guns go to my enemies Bud smoke and Hennessy, the remedy and toke is violent Much slugs longer than Mini Me Cross me, I lay down every one in your vicinity Keep a fifty cali or line me in the Akademiks jeans If I catch a homi, somebody probably run and snitched on me Rats, runnin round talkin this and that Some white chicks I spit til your wigs sit back I grind these cracks, cuz I need cash G stacks, I lay my game down flat like a Chinese ass You heard me' Bitches wanna observe me, learn me My mission is gettin Ritz like Jersey, chips for attorneys Commissary for niggaz thats in the pen thirsty A big truck, your trick hypnotize by the twirlies Its Ice, from Shaolin to Crenshaw, dirty Luv Allah, dump a clip off, at the BX, early [Chorus] [Letha Face] Why ... the angels came down and pushed the devil in the dirt Jerked the memory exist on the iron-on T-shirt Pythons squeeze til your face turns purple Its a race to murder you and Im jumpin the gun Dump and run, the long nose cuttin the soldiers tongue Your nervous from the burners Im squeezin Without a learners permit, to carry The calico stays concealed, if revealead I must spray this clip through your windshield, its rea My whole team reigns supreme, the infrared tech beams On my next swing, the heavy chain Deadly but steady aim, I cry "tears of the sun" Thatll burn the iron hot, as Im piercin through your lungs Its strung by my drug dealers doses Ferocious slang thatll bang up your brains in roller coasters Posters in the background ready to clap rounds And empty up whole magazines up to the last round [Chorus] [ Pain Inside Lyrics ]
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