Представляем точный текст композиции "The Club" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Tony Touch . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Club» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Tony Touch передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Tony Touch - "The Club"
Lyrics to The Club : (feat. D.I.T.C., Kid Capri, Party Artie) [OC] The whole citys under siege when we come through wit guns blazin You need to take a seat son, you just started shavin Respect ya elders, stay in a childs play The monotone flow stayin even wit the bass Oh good Lord, we throw it like a javelin toss Arrogance is the feature that we added for floss Come and get headline, destined to get riches From either rappin our ass off or brick shipments Cover all regions, makin sure the protty gets spread out We talk behind the mac you bust lead out Wit next prospect, no particular concept do we follow Smooth but yet solid like marble [Diamond] Niggas aint fuckin wit D, fuckin wit me Lookin at me like "Yo, what can it be'" In the wide body-7 while you suckin the D Spent out in the wedge while Im fuckin for free Scared to death like you stuck in a tree Ima stretch your ass out like Im cuttin the deed Frontin like a big man but you stuck in a three So you know your floss game aint nuttin to me When the sun hits the cross, yo its something to see R-B, Kid Capri niggas runnin wit me Twenty karats on the wrist aint nuttin to me Do you know good frontin to me, nigga [Kid Capri] Aiyyo Tone, lets Touch these niggas wit the wand Then blow up like a bomb Made moves faster than the autobond The Kid Capri is a institution, and all yall niggas is pollution Starin up a whole lot of confusion Its simple, lets move out all these corn cats And disc jock dissin MCs that got the borin raps Fuck what ya got, grimy niggas dont wanna hear it Niggas take it, soon as they near it, you better fear it Bronx Bomber, the pretty-fly girl charmer The black Italian, the cash keep pilin as Im smilin So hear me now, I bring the thunder plus the rumble And Ill step back and watch your whole career just crumble [AG] Well its the cheeba steamer, brains on trains, wont eat her neither Benz to the plane, off the plane to the Beemer Insane and off the meter, in the rain Ill heat up And yall cant stop my sunshine, fuck one-time Got heavy wit gats to push your face back Trash-ass album sound like you played it on eight-track Rip you from the roots and under Triple gooses in the summer Mean long guns is producin the thunder Convertible Hummers, we shit on the glock Try to put the roof up, Ill tell Show to piss on the top Wrist on the watch, roll wit a click or a glock Plan on gettin a lot, from spittin or not Cool wit niggas that be flippin a lot Probably got shit on your block And if you hate, Ill take it back to 88 (Nigga, get off the top) Its two-gs, lets get this money, you wit it or not But Ill switch topics like my bitch wit thongs in the tropics Make hits, straight hits Perform as long as I got it Seven-digits wit my name on the dotted Remain Dirty and potted, yall know me for the ruckus G.D. I only can fuck wit Get the dutch and tell Tony to Touch it [Party Artie] Guns, I tote them things Blunts, I smoke them things Rhymes, I wrote them things Its no such thing, as hoes fron-ting We run train, I do my thug thing Grab the mic and leave a mud stain So get Tide wit bleach when I rhyme wit beats Niggas do crimes to eat No pork, I dont talk, the nines just speak Im the kind to creep on your block wit the heat cocked Got the street locked, smackin niggas out they Reeboks Its Party Artie, I get dirty wit the Ewoks The infrared hit you in the head from three blocks Away, Been There Done That like Dr. Dre It Aint My Fault like Silkk the Shocker say Yall niggas gots to pay, shotsll spray From the Bronx to Far Rock away My whole team, strapped like Bokeem Fuck bein in jail, trapped wit no cream [Lord Finesse] I be the don thats known to have the style sewn More cheese than calzones, give chicks the dialtone Build like brownstones when we slaughter your plan Touch albums, so hot comes wit a portable fan Type to starve the mic when I hog the light Lay my life on the lines if the odds is right Gettin the, spot and gleam while you plot and scheme To stop the team, three words nigga: watch and dream You just mad hater, cuz we movin wit dough You dont make sense like wearin suede shoes in the snow Finesse frontin' Yall know me, I dont stress nuttin Bought your album, thats how I broke the eject button Dont stress dudes, we just plot our next move Make niggas look stupid like joggin pants wit dress shoes The prophet, shit john blaze like the tropics Type of nigga need a ' just for my pockets Dont flex punks, we sex stunts, collect lumps You flossin now, you be pardon by next month Type of thug, yo I was born to bug Waitin for us to fall, nigga join the club, what [ The Club Lyrics ]
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