Представляем точный текст композиции "Pain Is Love" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cappadonna . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Pain Is Love» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cappadonna передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cappadonna - "Pain Is Love"
Lyrics to Pain Is Love : (feat. Lounge Mode, Solomon Childs) [Chorus: Cappadonna] Pain is love, thats what this nigga told me I keep washin my face with blunts and O.E Mix coke with dust, still can hold me What made ya muthafuckas think you control me' [Lounge Mode] Staten Island been wildin, so Osamas nothing And my niggaz out in Brooklyn said Saddam was frontin Gotta squad, what you think, it aint no guns or something' Picture Me Rollin, holdin less than a one or somethin You fake faggots, yeah we got that big automatic Like, Bruce Willis and the Jackal type, yeah, right You wanna see it' Then get on my nerves Oh you live, and Im gettin money spit on my curb In the hood where it get no harder, only tougher Crack fiends suffer, baby moms, baby brother Hustlin, still forty off a hundred packs Id rather lounge in the back of the bar Me and my dog throw crack in the jar Listen to this rap star, while I sit back in the car And I told yall niggaz how the Staten rock We dont, trick on chicks, yo we clap them shots You get caught if you ask a lot, like you dont know And where you at, then ya ass is got [Chorus] [Solomon Childs] We bringin back the Twin Towers, 20-0-3, crack game electronic Conceived with slow jams by The Delfonics At a level that you should of been years ago Responsible usually for coke traffic, usually for broken bone tragic Rest in peace, to Mayor Gulianis term They say Im wrong, shit Im trynna see 26, with my daughters at the Emmy Awards All around the ball glowin, they got the weed flow droughted Or maybe niggaz in the hood just aint bout it Talkin Hercules, and aint nothin but dog food Staten Island, New York City drools Crazy glue on my fingerprints Name on the concrete of my hood, whats really good' Vendettas with these rap stars Frontin like this crime and the pet is they cars Believe I was God in my last life What if it was your knife' What if they was your gloves, nigga.. [Chorus] [Cappadonna] Aiyo, I came into this game on some real love shit And yall bitch ass niggaz, yall wanted me to quit Because the way I dress ill and the way that I spit But I aint never gon stop, droppin these joints And yall fake ass niggaz, yall aint gettin no points Dont try to sabotage me, cuz you just cant do it You had me in the Square, last year, but you blew it Big Donna from the group home, thats my word Splash shots at your whip, splash shots at your bird Leave your brains and your Gucci boots up on the curb Pillage for life, Allahs will be the most superb Smoke weed with the cannon, smoke the herb So bow down, all you crab ass clowns you cant live My guns on empty, but its more shots to give I pop you like a slave cop, run in your crib Throw darts at your wife, throw darts at your kid Leave your house flooded with hits like O.J. did Escapin the crime scene and you love how I slid [Chorus] [ Pain Is Love Lyrics ]
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