Представляем точный текст композиции "U Aint Fresh" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста DJ Quik . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «U Aint Fresh» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую DJ Quik передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
DJ Quik - "U Aint Fresh"
Lyrics to U Aint Fresh : (Verse 1 - DJ Quik) I know you like to do ecstacy, and then forget where you are Be up in a room with a stripper, and your homie Lamar Now thats a nasty threesome, a straight mis-match Instead of bangin on the broad, youd rather open his hatch And start packin... and get some dookie on your tip Dont look now, you got a loogie on your lip Next time video tape it, let us all see it This is Sir Herb, Ill put you on the web - you pervert The number 23 on the beats, bout to do ya Mister Blake A.K.A. DJ Quik talkin to ya And Ill prove Im proper and yo game is whack with 1 line Ill never put my name on a track that wasnt mine This hip-hip shit, is getting stupid again These niggas gun-tottin, fightin, gettin rutless again Theres a message in the Big Book, didnt you read it' It say if niggas dont remember the past, they gonn repeat it So Im into '''ated That ground heart-stated And we all made it If you want a hit, nigga, call David The first name basis, depends on how the pay is 50 under the table do it enough, dont need a label Cause I rob from the rich and I... gives to the 'floor' The ground-level ground shovel diggin up some more So lets stay focused cause the chip is the prize Now put your shit in first, nigga, and shift it to rise And like Frank Nitti, 'We 2-degree' And you haters trippin cause I got the key to the city Not a sissy but the hoes keep callin us pretty And you mad cause the bitch got me on her titty Mr. Troutman talk me talkbox, do why diddy! And Ill tell you to your ear, nigga, you sound shitty Ill take your hoe up to the room and show her no pity So call me DJ Meow Mix cause we gets kitty (meow) Scratchin all the fleas off of these Stayin high off of trees Top villian, and enjoyin the breeze And the time Im spendin in yo bitch, a supreme blast In the back of my S-500 playin Dreamcast (Chorus) You Aint Fresh (7x) You a busta, nigga! You Aint Fresh (7x) You a busta, nigga! (Verse 2 - Erick Sermon) Yo, yo, Im into somethin new, hoppin through Quicker than the Compton Crew, and Y too Yo, what you wanna do' You aint fresh! No contest - we cook like Raekwon the Chef And write for the skills, get set for the kill And prep for the meals, after that we chill The E-R-I-C-K is my name, I spell Bring it back like 92, with clientele And keep shit right, and make sure the sound excite Nigga in affect, like flashlight Quik and I do it til death In the house yall, blackin out like Red & Meth Thick-boned women, in jeans and linen Yeah (whew!), make a nigga wanna go fishin And when I walk by, girls singin a song Like E... is like a phemomenon Ugh, al around the world they be bumpin to E Shuttin it down, right in your company I blow through like a gust of wind, through doors Tearin down the roof, rippin the floors Cause raps no game, I pack heat, aint afraid to pull it For what packs, I packs full of bullets Stop when I come through Big, Black, motherfucker fresh for 99 You suckas! (Chorus) You Aint Fresh (7x) You a busta, nigga You Aint Fresh (7x) You a busta, nigga (Verse 3 - Kam) Kam got get-back So get up off my dick, rat Nigga, that shit whack You want a hit track' Where Quik at' Knick, knack, patty whack I only bone dimes How you tight' You dont even write your own rhymes Its been a long time Since you last heard from me Like Bill ass Hillary, "whats up'" Still love me, pretty young thang' City Im from bang Whats up, nigga' Real Gs dont wear titty and tongue rings Yous a fruity-o, you make the most excuses And keep a studio full of ghost producers Young boss heard You was tryin to floss, nerd Hollerin "which side is the realest'" Who you steal that from' (Mausberg) The street slang thief is your chief employment You live a life full of grief after brief enjoyment Fake gang bangers, when you see us, tuck all rags Adios, buenos dias, fuck yall fags! (Chorus) You aint fresh You aint fresh... [ U Aint Fresh Lyrics ]
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