Представляем точный текст композиции "Spit Game" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста U-God . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Spit Game» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую U-God передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
U-God - "Spit Game"
Lyrics to Spit Game : (feat. Autumn Rue, INF-Black, Letha Face) [Intro: Autumn Rue] Spit game.. Spit game.. Game.. Game.. [U-God] I do the damn thing, toast the champagne Its the Lord of the Rings, move in full swing Nigga, fan the flames, expand my wings Plus my vocal range, I shoot to mane Call me Kurt Cobain, baptized in the flame Capsized in the game, nigga, say the name And I bang you out, with the Gang Land violence And its New Yorks finest, youve been ordained With the deadly aim, dont think I wont shoot ya Got more positions than the Karma Sutra, bitch Call me Super, with the German luger With the funky dope mauneuver, pass me the rude boy Stainless steel toy, comin to killjoy The real mccoys is coming to beat it The best kept secret, shake the ground descend Kick the door open when I release the bitch [Chorus: Autumn Rue (male singer)] Spit game (and they like it) Spit game (when you have no vest) Game (walking down the avenue) Game (always coppin somethin new) [INF-Black] What you know about gangstas, thugs and real niggaz Niggaz that get pussy, and niggaz that just pussy Hold it down, all the time, I aint gotta spend a dime Bust a cherry, and we dine, cuz fine, I pop wine And I aint got game, mami, I drop jewels and pack nines Im still the same homey from 89, so speak your mind Now Im on my grind, from sun down to sunshine See you went blind for a minute, now I aint got time Catch me spit a line, I dont know, I gotta think about it Gotta cut these vines fore these snakesll try to penetrate me Sing about (right), Im takin the whole cake Now Im push and be up out it, feed the whole Tri state [Chorus] [Letha Face] Now aint that a damn shame, the way I spit game I could talk my way out of some beef And thatll buy me some time to run and get the piece Then come back with the heat and bury you in the streets Sweet with the gift of gab, when I lift the mag I put you in the right place, you Will & Grace fag The ex type spizz off, when it chase the Jag Somebody lace the bag, now theres dust in my dutch Yo Dutch, roll up, wait a minute, hold up These cats are frontin the cut, lets open his stomach up So what' I dont care if you dont like me, you dont excite me Ill have vets murder you in broad daylight, g Sheistys your middle name, I bang you little lames Rapid shots riddle your frame, your head piece hangs Same shit but different day, now the pistols aimed At your heart, squeeze off then break you apart [Chorus] [Hook: Autumn Rue (w, male singer & U-God)] Theyre the kind of niggaz everybody knows (everybody knows) They freak them bitches from head to toe (from head to toe, from head to toe) Theyre the rolling stones, the Al Capones (watch it when we coming down) Theyre the Romeos, they hit you then they gone, ooh, yeah [Chorus] [ Spit Game Lyrics ]
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