Представляем точный текст композиции "Wild Cowboy" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Clipse . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Wild Cowboy» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Clipse передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Clipse - "Wild Cowboy"
Lyrics to Wild Cowboy : (feat. Markita) [Chorus - Terrar (Malice)] Look - you aint dealin wit no childs toy Im a wild cowboy (yo Im a wild cowboy) Yet you walk around town with them real aisle toys Your best bet, recognize my style boy Cause Ill tap your back (and let that be that) [Verse - Markita] If I had a nine or a twenty-two, it wouldnt make a difference Close range or up on the roof at long distance Using a scope, tie up your family using a rope Dump you in the river with weights, you wont float Abusing your folks, one of the methods You get the message, probably take about a week before they find the records So pay up or its a, beef forever Till I get the dough its gon be like we were glued together So what you think it cant happen to you' Cause Im a broad' till I start clapping at you Pull out the sword take a couple steps turn around like a western Spin one-eighty degrees, squeeze off, blow your chest in Weigh shots by the units, bang this opportunist You want war, Im quick on draw, like cartoonists Its two kinds of people, the haves and have nots The ones that punch clocks or those wit stash spots See I got the cash locked when I spit the hot verse The rules of the game, is to get the drop first Oh, you dont get it' well you will when I spit it Divine exquisite, connected like consitics I eat, sleep and shit it, surprise the critics Wit a flow that defies all the laws of physics Wages of sin, give me a shank and two cases of gin My patience is thin, wild gals think the places of men [Chorus - Terrar (Malice)] Look - you aint dealin wit no childs toy Im a wild cowboy (yo Im a wild cowboy) Yet you walk around town with them real aisle toys Your best bet, recognize my style boy Cause Ill tap your back (and let that be that) Look - you aint dealin wit no childs toy Im a wild cowboy (yo Im a wild cowboy) Yet you walk around town with them real aisle toys Your best bet, recognize my style boy [Verse - Malice] I told them like this, give it up and dont resist The name Malicious and my aim dont miss A hollow tip in the clip with his name on it Thought he had a parade till we rained on it Now its the final lap, move to slow Tried to react, my final tap a spinal tap ball in his back We never chance em, get the ransom, ambulance em All or Nothing, my motto and anthem I gotta watch my back, cause these niggaz is hungry Got the good, bad and ugly wantin to slug me We roll out and tear the city up Wild cowboys moving along, giddy up, whats up And we can buck til the sunset Pick em off one by one, havin fun yet' We got money to get and theres hoes to lust Aint enough room in this town for the both of us, fuck You see we pulling toasters, out the holsters Wanted dead or alive, my face on posters We come to collect debts, roll wit twin tecs All the chrome fours spinning on my index [Bridge] And for all niggaz that study Neptunes beats till they go nutty Make you say what the fucky Gonna do what my glock busty Make the cops wonder where the older went like Tussy [Verse - Terrar] Youre gonna need your best five to tangle with suicide Boy, you vs I, however its do or die Who are you to question my presence like who am I Name Terrar, now the new question is whos to try No one, put two up in em the slow gun Turn his face so our eyes dont meet, he know something That nigga flow something, his money it grow something But come at him sideways in the street, hell blow something Fuck your temple, I gotta make my mark, thats too simple Id rather hit him once in each cheek, leave him with dimples So if the bitch live, hell walk around with my stencil And if the bitch die, outline him in chalk pencil Everything flooded, we star-studded celestial Space Ghost flow, extra-terrestrial If yall cant hear me, increase the decibel When we talk money, exclude the decimal bitch! [Chorus x4] [ Wild Cowboy Lyrics ]
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