Представляем точный текст композиции "R.a.i.d." и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «R.a.i.d.» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. - "R.a.i.d."
Lyrics to R.a.i.d. : [ Ganxsta R'dd] Man All I know when we get out We finna roll Check this one out Brothers, do we got bass' [ all ] (Yes, we got bass) Too many busters out there on the streets We gonna have to take em out (Go on with it, Ridd) [VERSE 1: Ganxsta R'dd] But before we go on, my names Ridd, not Ren Its me again, comin out the lock-in O.M.B., my brother, bring on the bass Theres dollars to be made and posses to waste Pass by the hood to pick up the gat Stop by the studio for the new track Q Ball rollin, 8 Ball in the pocket Just bail on stage and pull the mic out the socket Boo-Yaa dogs (woof!) locked on the canine Its 89, its time to get mine This madness, you never had this Home of the O.G.s (we threw out all the faggots) Im pluggin my microphone with full-equipped lyrics MCs smell the smoke of my mic and they fear it Im known to be the hanger for the MCs I hang I throw a riddle, it come back like a boomerang [CHORUS] Were not here to play Were just here to spray This is a [ all ] R.A.I.D. Everybody on the dancefloor R.A.I.D. (Woof!) You gotta know this one [VERSE 2: Ganxsta R'dd] If knowledge is power, then Im muscle-bound Loced out as a hound, Im not down in a dog pound Breakin out, MCs start fakin out Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., time to start takin out MCs come and MCs go For all the MCs that go is too slow for my .44 I peel em at the frontdo ( *shot* ) (Boo-yaa!) Then I drag em to the backdo Then I say, "You want some more, then say no more" (Why is that') Because Im just too hardcore So you know Ridd packs a .44 Bring on the rap jam and lets roll [CHORUS x2] [VERSE 3: Ganxsta R'dd] (Put Riddler on the roof) cause I shoot the vics My mission was to shoot straight to the chicks I filed a contract, not to confess Found out that the buster had a bullet-proof vest (So what did you do') I had nothin to say Pulled out my Uzi and I started to spray Went to the morgue to identify his body (Yeah, thats him, ''' posse at the party) Im not prankster, word to Godfather, Im a gangsta And this is the time Id like to give thanks to All my brothers for doin it (their way) And now its my way, were not here to play Boo-Yaa - please, who can match' Like a purse on Imperial (you will get snatched) And like a Camel in the county (you will get smoked) And when the Riddler took the loco toll (that was loced) Check out O.M.B., my bassman, forget the turntable (Island) the name of my record label Thats the reason my jams sound so hard Cause its boomin from a bailin car Down the boulevard and we dont stop Cause all you posses get mopped, get dropped We rock the party, steal all the ladies Since its 89 were in the Eighties [CHORUS x2] Hit me deuce times (Woof, woof!) (Attention, all D.R. This is a R.A.I.D.) He-he-he-ha-ha [ R.a.i.d. Lyrics ]
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