Представляем точный текст композиции "Three Strikes" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Spice 1 . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Three Strikes» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Spice 1 передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Spice 1 - "Three Strikes"
Lyrics to Three Strikes : [Chorus: Spice 1] One for possession, two for the cells Three motherfuckin strikes, twenty five with an L What part of the game is this' What part of the game is that' One for possession, two for the cells Three motherfuckin strikes, twenty five with an L What part of the game is this' What part of the game is that' [Spice 1] Twenty five with an L, three strikes and you cant post bail How many niggas is you gonna catch without a strap and at least an ounce of yayo I know some niggas that wanna smoke me G But I aint just rollin up and catchin no slugs so these niggas can have their glory Gotta bust back fast, do the dirt ski-mask, AR-15s split that ass Fuck the po-po, Im the nigga with a gat thats quick to blast Im takin a case, cause case is a nigga when I take my life Spendin money on straps - but an A.K. is pretty nice Gotta watch my back, when it comes to my life it aint no price Sippin on this yak, peepin out some niggas shootin dice Niggas roll by, niggas pull straps Niggas peel caps and niggas get slugs in they fuckin back Id rather be takin a strike, me get my ass struck Niggas load back and put one in your fuckin gut Motherfuck Ken Gillson and that three strike shit Im rollin with hollow tip hot ones and about three extra clips nigga [Chorus: Spice 1] One for possession, two for the cells Three motherfuckin strikes and you cant post bail What part of the game is this' What part of the game is that' One for possession, two for the cells Three motherfuckin strikes, twenty five with an L What part of the game is this' What part of the game is that' [Spice 1] 5-0 fuckin off my high, pullin up under they glocks Talkin bout heres is his block, tellin me I cant serve no notch Yola, Coca-Cola, hustlin for my fetty kickin them candy for them fiends blockin it up and then youre ready player But keep your eyes peeled, dont swing at least of all they give your ass a strike, have you lookin at cell walls Niggas who slangin them birds better watch out for your third The judgell trick a nigga and throw a fuckin curve Thats when your ass is through, it aint shit that you can do Leavin your ass stuck, out in your fifty two Sayin it aint no sunshine when youre stuck in a five by seven Twenty five years with a nigga that you dont know better rap with some two-eleven shit They got you sharp in the shanks put em in a hole and take That niggas crazy psychiatrists say his mind go blank But youse just trippin up off the nigga that you left dead Thinkin they wasnt wet them motherfuckin slugs to the head Damn - but see you in here now should have got up on them po-pos, should have got off some rounds Huh, should have got up on them po-pos, it goes [Chorus: Spice 1] One for possession, two for the cells Three motherfuckin strikes, twenty five with an L What part of the game is this' What part of the game is that' One for possession, two for the cells Three motherfuckin strikes, twenty five with an L What part of the game is this' What part of the game is that' [Spice 1] What part of the game is this' I wonder who thought it for the shit that they leave to crow Livin it up in the city it aint no motherfuckin joke Yo niggas smokin, some niggas they start to hop and get to flashin Creepin on niggas and shit, make a nigga have to get to blastin See Mr. Officer Im just tryin to survive Gotta keep my strap on my side or like a tick for my life When they come to get me, shoot up my body and leave me numb with a boss nine millimeter at these niggas, and let em know where a G is comin from So dont try to put me in your concentration camp Cause on my third strike a nigga like me just gon straight up vamp Three strike these motherfuckin nuts, I aint givin a fuck And you aint takin me out alive so you better be quick to duck Fuck the system its made for lockin us niggas down In the year 2010, take it out, now look around See how many niggas is up in Tracy, Pelican Bay chillin in San Quentin, no rock, or chino where them killers and all the Gs lay [Chorus: Spice 1] One for possession, two for the cells Three motherfuckin strikes, twenty five with an L What part of the game is this' What part of the game is that' One for possession, two for the cells Three motherfuckin strikes, twenty five with an L What part of the game is this' What part of the game is that' [ Three Strikes Lyrics ]
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