Представляем точный текст композиции "R.A.Z.A.H." и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Hell Razah & 4th Disciple . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «R.A.Z.A.H.» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Hell Razah & 4th Disciple передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Hell Razah & 4th Disciple - "R.A.Z.A.H."
Lyrics to R.A.Z.A.H. : [Intro] Yeah, bounce to this Yeah, bounce, uh Shake ya titties, mom, yeah Come on, one love, for the shorties Outta Browns, son, nigga right now Chicks, go get me a drink Eyein a nigga right now Lets go over there, who pop on that side' [Hook x2] Razah, Zah, Zah, Zah Ra, Zah, Zah [Hell Razah] She like rocks like The Flintstones Hit chicks in all skin tones Young chicks cant wait to get bonned Im like the floor you get slip on I love my dunns when they clips long Max Julian, son, that aint gangsta We smack niggaz outta anger, shit Get locked up, turn spoons into bangers What, hit the chick, got her givin me money Rubbin in my cuffshots, all over her tummy She like Iceberg, the champagne We outta raise a Razah campaign She dont get a damn thing Not a cow, who here, dollars bill and shit Still lay up in the lab eatin mills and shit Got these industry niggaz talkin deals and chips A&Rs losin jobs when they hear my shit I roll my weed up and whips dont spill the shit The same way we came in ships, we leave in ships My niggaz got gs to get, and squeeze the clips Aint no hustlin for petty crumbs, weed and kicks [Chorus] Yeah, who that nigga they aint fuckin wit Spit wisdom deep shit, rock fly shit Only fuck wit real niggaz on the field, nigga Hell Razah, Child of Israel, niggaz cant fuck with him They better duck from him, dont fuck with him [Hell Razah] Im Max Julien, the millionaire mind inside a hooligan The wise one out the foolish men And trust go the god, when you really find out whose ya friends I stay droppin jewels and gems, and coops and timbs A marksmen sharpshooter when I use the pen Sittin on twenty inch rims, cadillac in New York if you like it or not, its whats crackin Shorties on the Greyhound bus, is whats crackin Hoes only made for those who stay mackin Clubs only made for those who stay stackin Got everything from Phat Farm to Brickface jackets My forty-four eleven take you ace step stackin Never come to BK, chained and ring flashin Niggaz will take ya shit is whats crackin High off the hydro-weed and thug passion Chicks swallow ecstasy but love action When Razah get signed, thats it, its closed caskets Ya little bastards [Hook to end] [Outro] Take that, muthafuckin, fake ass Soundin like other niggaz ass niggaz Muthafuckas aint even got their own look Muthafuckas trynna act like they gangstas Ya niggaz better do the knowledge man Fuckin lost muthafuckas Yeah, get the knowledge, get the knowledge The project prophet, show ya niggaz the other shit Take the muthafuckin doo-rags off Ya aint thugs, you get locked up Ya niggaz be tellin on them, who do ya love And them shorties ya got, ya bout to get that up G.G.Os is in this bitch, G.G.O.s is in this bitch They leavin wit us, and dont hate, what [ R.A.Z.A.H. Lyrics ]
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