Представляем точный текст композиции "Phonetime" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Capone-N-Noreaga . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Phonetime» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Capone-N-Noreaga передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Capone-N-Noreaga - "Phonetime"
Lyrics to Phonetime : [Noreaga (Capone)] Son I zone, my gun is never on safety I copped the new Jordans, the white ones wit skate key (Me, Im just chillin Pop, serving my time Got my greens on, these faggots aint deservin a shine) And yeah, while Im home you like livin abroad I heard those crackers dissed you, smack you at the board (When twenty-four, they did the same to Norman and Lord Heard you cop the silver GS, my nigga you scored) Yea, its nuthin, cause Im gettin bread Crack is dead, bitches wanna give me head (Yous a funny nigga, I just saw Kai in the yard He said holla, when you getta chance, scribe the God Tell Kai I said what up, and his sister is grown I copped the four-fifth auto, its pretty with chrome (The day I come home, I need a mink and a brand new Mac A few jump offs, some Doms, some beer, and the crack) Im outside on the streets, just holdin it down (Im in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books) Im in the studio, droppin sixteens wit hooks (Im in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks) Im in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks (I hit the law library, hope to come home soon) I just finished up the album, fin ta drop in June (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (My little dun gangstas, caught in blood beef with the Kings You know Jarome brotha, my dun I used to creep wit in Queens) And dats my dun too, so Ima find out now And have my dogs on the Island, just get on the prawl (On the other side of things, Im tryin to get released around my born day, but a nigga keep in beef wit da beast) Fuck the police, cause all of dem niggas is fake Dont lose your C.R., son youll get your open date (Dun, Ima see ya regardless, cause I got two violent felony charges) And you know your appeal is progress (Youre my dog, dun) And we gon keep this tight I keep your commisary phat, Ima keep you right (I got the chronic stashed in a coffee carton and kicks Good lookin for the bitches butt-naked and the flicks) And you aint gotta thank me, real niggas do real things I keep freak hoes, they really do ill things Im outside on the streets, just holdin it down (Im in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books) Im in the studio, droppin sixteens wit hooks (Im in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks) Im in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks (I hit the law library, hope to come home soon) I just finished up the album, fin ta drop in June (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I used to be ugly, now these bitches is Medusa And guess what' I made you executive producer Some extra Gs, so when you come home you breathe (They wont believe to see me come home to a V Pigs pressin me, want autographs for they seeds I gotta C.O. thinkin that we gon fuck when I leave) Yo nigga think about this money, fuck them hoes We gonna throw a pounda weed out, at one the shows Spread it out, in the crowd, see them niggas get wild Capone home, niggas still diggin our style (Shit is foul, how these crackers tryin to keep me confined' I gotta visit last week and saw Gremlin Divine) Meet Timbo and Ice, got bent and rolled dice Scooped, ridin loose, then we headed to Post And got some hydro-weed and we had our toast (Son theres only one minute left Son theres only one minute left, son Im ghost) Im outside on the streets, just holdin it down (Im in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books) Im in the studio, droppin sixteens wit hooks (Im in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks) Im in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks (I hit the law library, hope to come home soon) I just finished up the album, fin ta drop in June (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Im outside on the streets, just holdin it down (Im in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books) Im in the studio, droppin sixteens wit hooks (Im in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks) Im in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks (I hit the law library, hope to come home soon) I just finished up the album, fin ta drop in June (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [ Phonetime Lyrics ]
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