Представляем точный текст композиции "Ride" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Celly Cel . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Ride» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Celly Cel передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Celly Cel - "Ride"
Lyrics to Ride : (feat. C-Bo) [x4] Eye for an eye [eye for an eye] Ride or you die [ride or you die] [Celly Cel] Wont leave the house unless Im strapped up I might get backed up in the traffic Niggas is dumping on me when I got my zapper Creeping up on me And I got one hand on the wheel One hand on the steel Trying to break a nigga for skrill And Im ridin wit sharp shootin skills Funk season, whatever the reason Im dealing wit drama Send me one of them mangie ass niggas Runnin home, cryin to Mama So I kick the door to eliminate the whole situation Fuckin wit me me will ended up Having his family eraseded Face it, no charges leaving the body behind until You better respect game Bow down when real niggas bail through yo hood But wont be caught up in a twist Flash on us unless you end up sleeping wit the fish Seamin shoes, lady singing the blues, them sad ballads Fried chicken, collad greens, and potato salads Surrounded them by ['] of family members cryin Eye for an eye you ride or you die [Chorus x4] Eye for an eye You ride or you die ride or you die Niggas get at cha and run back at them But let them bullets fly [C-Bo] He got the Mac One-O And moved nice on the piggies Hit em up and buck And leave them struck when Im tipsy Aint no love for the true thugs That die for this shit Wit 150 round drum ride for this shit Fuck the hard hats end locs, pass the fo fo And watch me smoke them hoes Like the last hit of indo, and fo sho I smash and blast, nigga, when Im provoked With a doe of platinum coke I holds down a fort [Celly Cel] Why you smiling for These niggas playing games on the street Thats where they meet the heat They sweep they ass up off of they feet This aint no fairy tale You fuckin with Cel Hit the scenes wit machines If you want my team It aint no in between Seventeen through your temple When your crossing the realest niggas To spit this killa shit on the mic And make the world feel us Hit em wit rounds ['] ['] of hollows then we follow Niggas to they spine And chop they ass up Wit fully-autos [Chorus x4] [C-Bo] I aint no actor bitch My life is worser than the movies For real though, from steel toes to my uzi Pushin Impala S.S.s Benz, Beamers, to Lamborginis And chase my strip down wit X.O., Henn, and Remi Rolex on my wrist Hundred dollar bills crisp I pull the blunt from my lip Then the 4-5 from my hip and spit The incredible medical or hard core The deadliest medacine gas ever set off in a war Westcoasts the spot Where we lock our million dollar doors Survival in hell, packing heat Ducking from them Im just a thug nigga Step on your street and draw my heat And then I plug niggas I be a G from the G.B.C. Thats why I mug niggas Dont flag I just sag and carry a mag And get off in the snitches asses You a bitch but still ride or die Screaming out the block Bitch Ill have you die wit doc [echoes out] [Chorus x4] [echoes] Bullets fly [ Ride Lyrics ]
Содержание трека помогает не только запомнить любимые строки, но и ощутить связь с Celly Cel. Возможно, вы заметите, как лирика «Ride» перекликается с вашим опытом, или найдёте ответы на давние вопросы. Эта страница создана для ценителей музыки: здесь вы сохраните текст для личного использования, поделитесь им с друзьями или используете в творчестве. Погружайтесь в мир слов композиции «Ride» — каждая строчка здесь обретает новый смысл.