Представляем точный текст композиции "Run Up, Done Up" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Hi-C . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Run Up, Done Up» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Hi-C передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Hi-C - "Run Up, Done Up"
Lyrics to Run Up, Done Up : (feat. Too Swift) Hi-Life, Too Swift, Young Quik, bring it to em [Chorus: in faux patois] Run up run up we got de gun up Haters that think we funnin dey get done up Run up run up we got de gun up Haters that think we funnin dey get done up [Hi-C - sounding like Milk Dee] Stop schemin, and lookin hard I got that ghetto platinum credit card Make one phone call and fools gettin hurt Niggaz, busters, bitches in skirts Got a hoe in the house peepin out yo safe Get you naked, and duct tape your nuts to your waist Horny nigga, thought you was gettin some cock You aint gettin shit, nigga you got got While I run your shit back over to the top 400 bottles of Moet gettin popped Not even cops, can fuck with Swift or the Diggler Serve and protect, we gettin rid of ya Put the green light on L.A.P.D. Cause Im tired of the motherfuckers fuckin WITH ME I wanna bust, thats how I feel it G shit, punk bitch, we be keepin it real [Chorus x2] [Too Swift] Invisibility like Space Ghoster Im comin through in my Range Rover, shoot em up the partys over Cause when Im sober like to {'} in mines I squeeze tight as some pliers, handle my strap, with these evil designs to kill a nigga, dont step in my path A psycho maniac nigga raw killer its a bloodbath The aftermath, ll make you laugh Cold shoot em up like La-Di-Da-Di when that 45 hit his body Drop his corpse to the motherfuckin pavement It aint no future in that California brave shit I guess that you thought that it was all about you But its all about that one 8 double-oh, hit em up some mo Niggaz always causin, drama But Too Swift Im gettin calmer, plottin like the unibomber Niggaz trippin off my conversations It aint no confrontations, when my strap {'} like installations [Chorus x2] [Verse Three] Now every day, all day, Im only out for my riches Busters and snitches be player hatin so Im elevatin Like elevators, regulate like regulators Assassinate player haters, a lyrical motivator Pull mo raid than Raiders, so you think you can fade us' Yes we snap like alligators and got mo game than yo fastest commentator When my intellect, the dialect, subtractin conversations Cause Im a lethal weapon when it comes to confrontations [Hi-C - like Milk Dee again] We get money, money I got Makin haters hot when I whip in the drop Ding dong its the bell, once again its on Postman dropped the package out in front of my home Could this be a setup' Shit, man let me get up Aint nobody comin in here, they gettin wet up Opened up the package, it was nothin but scrilla We gon throw another party, this is Hi-Life nigga! [Chorus x4] We make em wanna riiiiiiide! [ Run Up, Done Up Lyrics ]
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