Представляем точный текст композиции "Thug World" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Spice 1 . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Thug World» — 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 - "Thug World"
Lyrics to Thug World : (feat. Kurupt) [Verse 1: Spice 1] Im platinum while Im gattin, now that fingers shining Its nothin to a boss to bust wit cut diamonds Ima dig it, ya fiend for the verbals, I came to spit it Big boss like a 500 Benz to a honda civic Comin wit it, hit it, as soon as I finished, they say he shitted Lit it up and kept the slug from the jumps, fuck a critic Yall opinion is like a asshole, I stick my uzi in it Windows tinted, Took a stop at the corner for some business Ima take 7 suckas, Put em in a line And add 7 more suckas, Who think they can time Ima take 7 more, Before I go for mine Now thats 21 suckas slumped at the same time Aint no haters in here and its leather wood on the steering We aint trippin, Stash spot heat in the ceiling 1, 2, 3, 4 TVs and 23s You can barely see the tides, Its the chrome when it gleams In my thug world [Chorus] You can get it, you can kick it, in my thug world Hustlin and ballin till the sun go down, thug world You can get it, you can kick it, in my thug world Ballin and hustlin till the sun go down, thug world [Verse 2: Kurupt] Skis, Spread out in the glass house Skate through the streets like ice Skates in the 68, Town rob skate Rob skate, Bounce break, Bounce make the earth quake Ima show you niggaz bout a real g, Nigga Most g niggaz, Its still me, Nigga Bitches all around this motherfucker Dont make me have to clown this motherfucker You betta sit down in this motherfucker Cause this is my thug world, Gangsta paradise Im all hood, Nigga, Im all ice No matter what you said, I done said it twice No matter what you said, I done said it twice Cooked on like rice, Surround like vice Kurupt motherfucker, And the bitch is a broad Even dick psychic bitches like deon ward Thug world [Chorus] [Verse 3: Spice 1] I keep 3 bitches wit me: Ross, Crystal, And Mary jane Mary jane, Mary jane, You know youre my everything Smoke a pound back to back to back like the lakers Its nothin like a motherfuckin old school player Like the NFL, But I dont rush the quarterback Ill rush the whole thing back and ill pick up another slack Mo chips than mandalay, Rippin representin the bay But baby keep givin me the eye like everyday Eyes like brown and skin tone coffee Im sippin hennessy, Gettin drunker than nick nolte Straight so-soldiers, Drunk not sober Sh-shoot you in ya chest, Let ya wind free like oprah Green ones break down, We aint fuckin wit charlie brown We aint rappin for peanuts, We want the meal tickets now Narcoleptic, Sleepin disorder, Retrospective Some niggaz try to ball in the game and got intercepted We do it from dusk till dawn like tarantino Hustlin till the sun wake up, The bambino In my thug world [Chorus] [ Thug World Lyrics ]
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