Представляем точный текст композиции "Ride Til We Die" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста C-Bo . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Ride Til We Die» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую C-Bo передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
C-Bo - "Ride Til We Die"
Lyrics to Ride Til We Die : (feat. 151, Mob Figgas) And we be blastin, smashin for the loot I, empty my strap and then I dash to my Coupe Aint no half-steppin, its West Coast til I die Keepin the bundle and never fumble my 4-5 With only one life to live, nigga were still ridin We attack and murder and watch the scrilla multiply Fuck the funkity-five, big business and expeditions If I die when I ride, dont leave shit to them bitches I raise my right hand with a Tek and my left I swear Ill ride til my death or touch collide, til my judgment, til I rest Ill be that gun smooth assassin, run with trues for blastin Snatchin up money bags in organised crime fashion Mafiosos mashin, the homicides is askin: "Who did thew blastin' Was is it the Mob Figgas mashin'" Ridin with no maskets, jobs cant be soppy Grippin the bail with the doves to bust you with my tongue Now Im a savage young nigga witta chopper Motivated by Mob-type tactics, Ill blow your block up '''' sip to Cosby, out the game everytime Me and the Mob Figgasll do the dirt and choke the 9s straight Savages up on the crime, but a cross and dwelling lavishly Fuck some animosity but I might just cause a casualty Cos Boo the Hustler and Bo-Locll show ya, smell the aroma We gon ride til we die, aint no glory in lettin it slide [Chorus:] For all you punks that never heard of these And all you buster motherfuckers that wanna murder, these niggas We ridin til we die Aint lettin shit slide, dumpin 4-5s, ridin til we die [repeat] '''' '''' California, Im best ta warn ya youll end up like Freddy Fuckin with my fetti, we mobbin three-deep in Chevy AP-9, Bo and I rider, we pull licks on a bitch, havent you heard, we gets perved and hit the strip Pitch black tint, aint takin no mo shit Gotta get these niggas with my chop and hit the block and suit their knots and leave their whole block chalked up, got closed off of 4-54s They hit the block and then I got gone Im never gang-related but dedicated to my niggas My niggas be killers, drug-dealers and ho killers Mackers in jackets, po pimps, 9 packers Got these ballers in *'scallers'*, livin lawless, my niggas flawless Niggas with knowledge represent in grounds of college White Acura coupes, pimpin hoes and stackin loot How much scrilla can I hustle up' Foldin my figures Dottin my decimals with commas behind my Os, so.... You see gangs never work out the way I planned Cos I hustle all night, black eyes from gang fights A mad niggas drama and addicted to street life I sold this paradise, sippin this game and pay the price I watch the sun glisten off this ice, caught you slippin Uzi, Mac and a jacker, young thief in the night Dangerous minds still lookin for a sign to reclude as to what the fuck Im pissed to do If this rap game dont ''' for me, life might as well stop for me Give in to failin from 2-11s so niggas call me *'Jagger'* Ridin til I die on you bastards [Chorus] We ridin practice on swell, pushin luxury with no els Floss je-wels, Professional Baller, all about the dollars And when you holler, we hit like pits, attackin collars Ridin with the 4-5, Im shady and connivin Choose dyin before I be a punk to this shit Dump when you funk when you with the clip cos if you slide, then you slip Hollow tips rip chests, til confetti turn branch to spaghetti Smash off like Andretti, are you ready' It aint no runnin in a war, were hardcore Steadily toe-taggin bodies, yeah, were dyin some mo No respect to dump Teks, smashin in Apollo Supersports Cashin em out dollar stretch from Cali to New York On a mission from mail, court and million dollar bails Diamond je-wels, pushin 500 SLs Im just a born killer, cap peeler for my scrilla Forever ride, nigga, until I get a hundred millas Im ready to ride so slide, so need the pistol Launch em like missiles as they shatter like crystals I heard Bo whistle, its time to move out This mo clear, we disappear and punch the big shootouts Another slaughter, youre block was blown clear out the water I land in your soldiers like dickin your daughter Dont bother beggin me for no forgiveness Im in this to win this and takin care of business A witness to these murderous conspiracies will be found, dead to the ground and chopped with Glocks on both their knees So please dont sweat the technique, its the way I was trained Murder men dictatin minds like Hitler dumpin Hussein I bring the pain, til I will remain the top ace Make you kiss my pinky ring then smack him dead in his face Cos Im a RIDEAH......(and well just slide up and dump) [ Ride Til We Die Lyrics ]
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