Представляем точный текст композиции "Til My Casket Drops" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста C-Bo . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Til My Casket Drops» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую C-Bo передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
C-Bo - "Til My Casket Drops"
Lyrics to Til My Casket Drops : Mo murder, mo murder A body fulla tack 2s, battlescars from bullet wounds New clothes, diamond medallions from paid dues Niggas that ride til they rue with the attitude of fuck the world from tryin to kill us everytime we move Youre perpetratin to be a killer but I know youre fakers Them jealous cowards killed my nigga 2PAC in Vegas Vague kind of bullets fired, were ready to die with open eyes I be the last man standin when the smoke dies This worlds infested with haters, wannabe players Player hatin a real player cos hes livin major No disrespect to you redneck blood-suckin pigs If a nigga die, just give my cash to my wife and kids But what you thought makes the world go round I got an ese in the East Bay ballin a hundred pounds Push a 600 rag drop E-12 Dump a 100-round clip in ya, ask about my mail [Chorus:] I try to keep my focus, on survivin and money Cant let them niggas smoke us, before we unload them talons Traumatise and hope this is how we leave em when they hit us With the guts to die, pullin the trigger til my casket drops [repeat] Them player haters wanna blast me up like they did Pac But I dont give a fuck Im a ride til my casket drop It dont stop until you sucker niggas drippin jelly Pumpin slugs into you motherfuckin pigs belly Im full of indica weed laced with heroin Call it Kryptonite-on the dead, Ima risk tonight Blast the first motherfucker that steps up to my ride, not knowin where my weapon is kept I shoot in-side their chests, Ima thug life, Im crazy Got my strength rays to make him kiss his babies Fuckin sucker ass niggas that didnt ''' ''' Hard lies on him and didnt retaliate Hard then later on "Shit, hey whats happenin'" We woulda chased them suckers down and capped em Give a shout to Outlaw Immortalz right Look me up cos Im a ride until my casket drops [Chorus] Murder, money, power, pistols and warfare Kill all my black folks and the peckerwoods wouldnt care Keep my head up, duckin and dodgin from the state pen Cos fo sho, aint no future in goin back again They got to kill me, fill me up with lead let me, die slowly from my boots to my head As a, big chief I refuse to retreat, I rip teeth outta eye then dump heat, why the PD reach but catch concrete Never sol-ved, gone off indica and Hennessey Infrared at my dog, paws locked like pig jaws With my gun up, punk, I run up on alla yall then I dump, dump dump dump to get the money Now I stole Rolex diamond, shinin outta sunny West Coast the spot, servin caine to get the millions Distributin the game, makes you want to get the billions [Chorus] [ Til My Casket Drops Lyrics ]
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