Представляем точный текст композиции "What About Us" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Last Mr. Bigg (The) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «What About Us» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Last Mr. Bigg (The) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Last Mr. Bigg (The) - "What About Us"
Lyrics to What About Us : [Chorus x2] Now what about us Ooh they got us fucked up They forgot about us Ooh they got us fucked up I went to jail cause they say that I be selling that yae They hate to see a young black nigga trying to get paid Get on the phone, call my mama and my lawyer And tell all them hoes, Im fuckin send me some money order Cause Im gonna be hear a while, aint getting out I shouldve never brought my black ass to the south, I cant make bail cause I aint got no bonds They aint gonna give me no bonds cause they know Im gonna run These white bitches will make nigga ass feel it They got me fucked up, so now I gotta deal wit it They wanna make a deal, bitch I aint no fuckin squealer They say Im a kingpin and a fire arm dealer The kingpin is the white boy that locked me up He got the whole fuckin neighborhood sowed up Take twenty years for some shit you cant prove Just because Im black, you think that Im a damn fool No dope, no guns, no case, lets take this shit to trial Mr. Bigg versus the state, and then I still might not win Because I know they wanna send me to the pen [Chorus x2] Im riding on the muthafuckin van With two handcuffs on my muthafuckin hands Im on my way to court, trying to see what they going to give me My homies in the court room holler if ya hear me My bitches on the back row, crying and shit This muthafuckin judge trying to offer me a ten split I aint taking shit, cause you aint got no evidence Tell the grand jury they can suck my muthafuckin Riding on the muthafuckin bus On my way to prison, but I dont give a fuck They shaved my face, and cut the hair up off my head And gave me a blanket and a sheet for a muthafuckin bunk bed Three t-shirts and three pairs of socks A bar stain soap, toothpaste, and a padlock Im settled in now its time for me to creep I finally meet some niggas, that I knew from when I was on the street Mr. Bigg how much time you got' I heard you had twenty years and you aint never getting out Telling me I need Jesus, muthafuckas get locked up Now they wanna be preachers, I cant pray cause I dont know how I wasnt saved on the streets So who can fuckin save me now But when I hit the streets again I wont forget about my homies in the pen [Chorus x2] Over by the softball field Chumps telling lies about the niggas they done killed And all of the keys that they flew from overseas And all of the weed that they grew in Tennessee Lying about there homes and they testerosed kits, But those same hoes, havent never sent you shit I reminisce late at night laying in my bed Thinking about the shit my mama once said Never trust a nigga and never trust a woman And never fuck a bitch unless you getting something from her A lot of niggas bawl because they give them hoes their heart The same niggas I see crying in the dark You gave that bitch your house You gave that bitch your home Now you in the pen and now that bitch gone Spending up your money while you stuck behind a wall Stankin ass bitch wont accept your phone call [Chorus x2] [ What About Us Lyrics ]
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