Представляем точный текст композиции "Straight Like That" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Capone-N-Noreaga . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Straight Like That» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Capone-N-Noreaga передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Capone-N-Noreaga - "Straight Like That"
Lyrics to Straight Like That : (feat. Algado, Final Chapter) [Intro] Ill murder you...you...and you Dont give a fuck about you..you... [Chorus 1] [Capone] Its Thugged Out Entertainment nigga [Final Chapter] Straight like that [Capone] We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack [Algado] Straight like that [Capone] We eat, sleep, shit street life [Algado] Straight like that [Capone] We get knocked bail the same night [Algado] Straight like that [Chorus 2] We gettin bitches, bitches, money, money, basically There aint no kissin, we just fuckin honeys, basically You see yall snitchin niggaz talkin funny, basically Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically [Capone] Im off Beezlebub, I walk wit the mac in my sweats Air forces, wife beater, fitted cap to the left My chain hang 35 inches, my heat 7 and a quarter Beard 8 and a third, and my piece be Orca Theres no need for peace offers, my niggas be shootin, we riot We run the streets quiet, cuz the laws biased Skip the battles back in 86, now niggaz tattle, chop crazy bricks Cop new kicks, quick to say they rich Fantasize and flatten the hills, for niggaz in ghettos Its crack, bullets that kill, dreams are fulfilled Murders, ink in cold blood, holdin grudges for years I keep two bitches, two hot biscuits, four dot sixes The sorrow to swallow, I follow my motto Squeeze first, since the day I slung, ready rockin a bottle I stand and deliver like Edward Olmos, wet whatever Respect whatever, I talk with a tech forever [Algado] Our shows at your service on behalf of Final Chapter ' Im not a rapper, quick to slap ya Got scheme, its not a factor, we gotta shine first Have em coppin your album just for our verse Straight like that, yall better tell em I hope they dont act like we wont smack to back of their cerebellum Oh and did I mention' if I feel tension Get the full arm extension, get the whole blocks attention I know you keep your life in your cash Your cash in the stash, stash in the car, car in the lot So when I blow up the lot ::BOOM:: your whole shit stop Yall rappers is backwards, make the game flip flop Ill take you to the spot with no witnesses and no cops Better have your glock out and cocked, about to pop To hustlers like Flynt, sellin cracks like Sprint A dime a minute, now roll the dice, five in it [Chorus 1 & 2] [Final Chapter] Aiyyo, aiyyo I peeped your true colors while yall niggaz was blinded I been down and spit a pound before you knew I was rhymin You know me, illest flow, aint no seconds for timing My sixteensll rip through beats, cut deeper than diamonds Make ya niggaz start to worry cuz my hood is dark and blurry When shots flurry, niggaz point guard like Marbury Aint no arguing, all my clickll do is get the targeting Final Chapter split pies in two, its half bargaining Ive seen you niggaz come up quick and then fall Ive seen you frontin for your broad like her pussys the bomb Clowns findin their stash gone but my cash is long So Ima let yall pass on, cuz you ass like a thong My click is movin out, now is you rollin along' Til I perish Im spittin strong, its that shit that Im on Final Chapters comin at ya, now the drama is born Settle in this street life from the hoods to the lord [Noreaga] Aiyyo Im still ghetto, thats why these niggaz love me Im still on the run eatin so I got chubby I spaz up in the Tunnel, stab niggaz with pens Thats why til this day they dont let me in I be in New York smokin LA weed I hate a bitch named Pebbles like LA Reed I dead niggaz like Pac and BIG, blocks to live These niggaz cant eat like hostages Fuck Camrys and fuck Honda Accords I rob niggaz like the Crips at the Source Awards And everything that went down was cool with me As long as I came back with my jewelry We had machine guns, I think we had two or three And two or three limos, me and my nigga Timbo For bitches that suck nuts and spit it out the window You know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3 [Chorus 1 & 2] [ Straight Like That Lyrics ]
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