Представляем точный текст композиции "True West" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Spider Loc . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «True West» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Spider Loc передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Spider Loc - "True West"
Lyrics to True West : [David Jessel:] Los Angeles... Home for nearly 13 million people. [people talks] [static] [News Anchor:] Bangers a bangers down here and get together. [hydraulics] [Intro:] [DJ Nik Bean:] RED! [hydraulic] SHADY! [hydraulics] DJ Nik Bean! [Spider Loc:] Haahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! [Verse 1:] Drinkin Remy out the bottle, I dont need no glasses Im from the EastSide, not no glasses! (EASTSIIIIIDE!) I cup to beef, I aint talkin bout the top E, The WestCoast bein on it, talkin bout its TOP E! I keep the Ice cold, done it like Hot Dollar, Two steppin with my Glock like Hot Hollar! Yousa cartoon like Scooby Boo! (hahaaaaaaaaa!) Me and Kartoon ball like Scooby-Doo! I dont laid on that bump from months and months Now Im rollin on Blunts, doin launch we launch! Big tells of plaques', afford' the globe Slow off, Bustas track blowin drow we drow! (droooooooooow!) Im a short shotter and I aint gotta knock out! He violator, but he' laid in Knocc-Out! Rest in union breed like the homie DeMoney Mess me what the talkin, (Ssssssh!) show me the money! (gimme!) You cant judge me, but a size of my pocket In the' abbey' with rocky, gettin high as Im Rocky! Slide to the projects, smoke-off the Jay rock Hittin showin Loc! - And spoof on gay dock! After homie from the turf on the wag, And Ill kill behind, Smurf on a sad! Smokin auto', I got pack in the pie. "Its CRACKIN! - I dont round! Back in the pipe! " (Hahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!) Im on a play rope it dope like Ca$his, And I smoke it a gangers dough like Ca$his! (SHAAAAAAAAAAADY!) Aint no problem when it come to the poppin, Its poppin! - I aint gotta problem with problems! Im bringing the lanes too - like the Games truths! Hit drink, more break, deuce can bang Blues! ("DJ Nik Bean! ") Thats my nigga dough! - I dont whassup! ("MOTHER-FUCKKA! ") I see wild beefs! - And holla: "Whassup' " (WHASSUUUUP') Leave the True West, feel my flow! Only my son and my nephew can still my show! Sooo - the rest of yall clames can sit, put, Im with Bluedown! - Im callin Big Foot! None of yall got nothin on Columbo Stuntin, stumbo - shoot it come humbo! In the morning Im the first want fade it These haters hate it, cause the birds want made it! Only battlefield it call me made ya pain, Cause no brain bring, made ya pain! My worste touch the whore like the Pooh Kid speech Busta, Lord Heat, no bullshit beats! You coludnt win if I could get be Quieten! - Watch the best with this hood shit E! I fucked a gang of hoes! Papa, Lil E! Hit the CPT, chop a Lil E! I aint bullshit, you can ask Bad Luck! Fuck if you with me, cause askin for Bad Luck! Like James Brown, this the big pay back Im' Whisten' Avenue with big pay back! Damn, right! Im a backpack rapper! (hahaaaaaaaaaaaaah-hahaha!) 40Glocc in tha backpack rapper! - Reppin acts, niggas! [echoes] [Outro:] G-UUNIT! West caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall! [ True West Lyrics ]
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