Представляем точный текст композиции "Still Grimey" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста C-Rayz Walz . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Still Grimey» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую C-Rayz Walz передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
C-Rayz Walz - "Still Grimey"
Lyrics to Still Grimey : [U-God] Yo, rated x, smack you off the stage when Im vexed No sweat, I crack a cold case of Becks Guess whose back, the jack of all trades is next The rap cuisine, I crack a raw egg and flex I cave in your chest, this one came from the jets Yeah, the cause and effect, make innocent blood pour The streets is like the rap game, a daily tug of war For rich or for poor, or death do us part, niggaz come for test [Chorus: U-God] Still grimey (grimey, grimey) Still slimey (slimey, slimey) Dont try me (try me, try me) Its been ten long years, you cant untie me [Sean Price] Bring fire and Ruck let the heat pour Niggaz like Ruck Fuck you rhyming to this beat for' Listen, life is like a muthafuckin seesaw One minute youre hot, the next, your rep drops None of your biz, fuck around, and run in your crib Wife like He aint here, throw some to your wiz Niggaz running up on me, til the tre pound click Talking bout Ruck, lets battle on some 8 Mile shit Im like; nigga, my name aint B. Rabbit Its Sean Price, Big Ruckus from busting these ratchets Call me gay basher, for fucking up these faggots Yall niggaz aint nothing, stop fronting, stay passive Yo, pass the dutch, on the left hand side Sean gone til November, stole Wyclefs ride Bob Backlund, car jacking, New Jersey driving Yall niggaz aint think about rapping, til you hear me rhyming, oh [Chorus] [Prodigal Sunn] I keeps it real in the field, Navy feel on the drill Never stingy with my bills, plenty gravy I spilled Recorded in the history of rap, two inch reels Seven to ten mills, eleven to twenty hills Rest in peace to my brother Half-A-Mil Unnecessary blood spilt, another thug killed Move with the mass appeal, the blast still For the Cash Money Click, No Limits and no thrills Mad cuz your hoe, feeling P. Sunzini, give you As sweet as a kiwi, face it, you not me, nigga Ladi dadi, the Gods like to party We dont cause trouble, but we can make you a body Ladi dadi, the Sunn likes to party I dont cause trouble, but I will make you a body Flowin high in the Mazarati, two with my ninjas beside me Lively, floating on some Ducattis With two gellatis, two hotties, we never sloppy Jewelry rocky, Spanish pieces, they call me papi Clear fire Bacardi, sobered up like Gotti Rest in peace to my dog, Shotti, Shotti [Chorus] [C-Rayz Walz] On the corner ready to bo, holding my nuts Standing by my building looking at myself in the truck My reflections... (still grimey) Oscar the Grouchs worms (still slimey) I got a jones for Miss Piggys ham hiney I can be a bum in the slums, and slam shiny On every corner, Im grams, you can find me The boss of the burners, I fire shots if your nine speak This is true Manchu, and who you, fams too' Better have they face in the game, like the Blue Man Group I heard you smell me, I make it funky Rock hard and kick ass like, I hate you donkeys My oatmeal lumpy like Johnsons Bumpy, Harlem humpty Hungry wolves, pains hummer, harbor hungry Dumpty, blazing trees, now leave an O.E. present Know why the hood feel me, like police presence [Chorus] [ Still Grimey Lyrics ]
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