Представляем точный текст композиции "Well, Well, Well" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Demigodz (The) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Well, Well, Well» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Demigodz (The) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Demigodz (The) - "Well, Well, Well"
Lyrics to Well, Well, Well : [Hook] Well well well well well weeelllll Hey yay ayyyyyyy ya ya [Celph Titled] You better know now or know how We so foul and profound Blowouts, CDs sold out, the illest no doubt When "Celph Titled" roll out, immaculate respect "Uzis" and "Teks" protect your neck with a teflon turtleneck Bitch there aint a diesel cat that could face me You dont really want to run your mouth and make me Summon the gods with my mystery chant And perform the running-man for my victory dance Murder motherfuckers mostly over money with guns to they tummies Hollow-tips that leave you stiffer than a mannequin dummy Record a demo while the "Demigodz" make new songs Your better off running the triathalon with parachutes on A real bug-nigga, and thats how Im better known You make beats, Id rather rhyme to a metronome Other crews got egos but cant floss right Ill run them over have em smoking the exhaust pipe [Hook] Well well well well well weeelllll Hey yay ayyyyyyy ya ya [Rise] Already proved that all my rhymes are wicked enough They sleep when you on the mic your fucking "Jigglypuff" A big kid jail-fuck, I dont want to grow up And I dont care what he says yo he can suck a know what Im bigger than that, smile when you kicking my raps Have converstions with your girl while she sits on my lap Yo stop talking about they girls man its starting to get old Well, um, no tell they girls to stop leaving they clothes The reason I flow, is not to just get us indoors Pops in barber shops like my son is better than yours Cause and effect, "Rise" is the effect and the cause All those who came before I just perfected they flaws Perfect with clause I have to be look at my town Neglecting the laws of gravity, Im not coming down Theres cops on the ground, that look like dots on a map From the level of where Im at when Im dropping, you whack [Hook] Well well well well well weeelllll Hey yay ayyyyyyy ya ya [Esoteric] I rock rhymes that blow ends, drop lines like gold friends Pull dimes that start trends, while your trying to make amends Your girls be like you want it, all fives and no tens Actually the wrong one, you bust with small guns I look like an MC who murders the spot Like "Derek Jeter" looks like a smaller version of "The Rock" Bitch please, I never ever met a dick-tease Im so cool that when I spit frees my spit freeze "Old Yeller", Im known to leave a fella With more cuts and scratches than the "Shook Ones" acapella You want to fuck around with "Esoteric" And blown on some bullshit like working-dice-credit When rappers try, they usually step and die Then MCs get the message like a number I dont recognize Your call her back, pop minds they hear me freestyle And spend the next seven days hittin redial [Hook] Well well well well well weeelllll Hey yay ayyyyyyy ya ya [Apathy] I keep the planet under my spell, under my reign I stay on tracks, while thrwoing rappers under the train Im numbing your brain, stunning you while tonguing your dame I appreciate her, everything thats under her brain When reciting its lighting with thunder and rain A "Demigod" thats beyond your small blundering brains Fortunate fame, really its just one in the same That I obtain while your still a bum begging for change Trying to front like your new and really nothing has changed You aint underground, your locked in a dungeon with chains Your not a thug cuz you rock your little "Lugz" and a chain Im a slug, nah fuck that, Im double the pain Your hussling game is lame, couple bucks and a name Maybe some buckets of champagne with sluts in the range Ill fuck with your brain and flex so your muscles are strained Until your nothing but a punk clutching crutches and canes [Hook] Well well well well well weeelllll Hey yay ayyyyyyy ya ya Well well well well well weeelllll [ Well, Well, Well Lyrics ]
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