Представляем точный текст композиции "You Got Mail" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Boss Hog Barbarians (The) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «You Got Mail» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Boss Hog Barbarians (The) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Boss Hog Barbarians (The) - "You Got Mail"
Lyrics to You Got Mail : [AOL sample stutters and slows down: "Y-y-y-y-y-y-youve got mail!"] [C.T.:] Bim bim [Zone:] Oh damn! [C.T.:] Ha ha [Zone:] This beat sound like some pimp shit [Zone:] Yo Celph, you made this beat'! [C.T.:] Damn straight [Zone:] How come you didnt tell me you could make shit like this man' [C.T.:] Oh you aint know' [C.T.:] I got some shit for these hoes [Celph Titled:] This bitch better whip out a credit card to pay for this dinner Its her birthday and I aint got NUTTIN to give her Except this dick and directions to the front door Try to take my wallet and Im lettin the gun pour Im from Florida where them cockroaches be runnin rampant Yes Im the Dirty South Lieutenant, motherfucker god damnit You want money I said no, act up and you dead hoe You wanna slurp' Call me on my cell thats my head-phone (bitch) Fuck chickenheads in the morning, give em the early bird special And this relationship aint goin to the next level (nope!) Talk back and a bitchll fall flat Cause Im the type to beat a broad with a wiffleball bat Throw a bag over an ugly bitch before I let my cock skeet Thats what I call disguisin the Hump, like I was Shock G (hahaha) Your idea of eating out, is clit lips Mine is doggy bags and quick trips to Popeyes for biscuits BITCH! [Chorus: Boss Hog Barbarians] We just ballin gettin fetti everyday on the grind The postman got mail for me Cause we all about our scratch, never savin a batch - bitch The postman got mail for me Only fur coats and gold chains, pimpin these hoes mayne Hogs up, hoes down, game recognize game The postman got mail for me, bitch The postman got mail for me [J-Zone:] J-Zone as a kid I was chubby, heh, as I got older I got skinny Only thing that aint changed Im still ugly But a bitchll still love me (thats right) even though I aint pretty She be like, "His dick is still chubby!" That bitch bought me a rugby when my mink was in the shop Dont kiss or hug me, wash my dick in the sink and I hop We call your girl Triple P Paulette (why') Take her to Popeyes, the parking lot, and Port Authority and then jet Go to dinner' Not today, we just ran a train on her And it bang louder than the A in Far Rockaway I still live with my grandmoms and dont have a job; its frightenin Cause all you punks wanna be just like him Im a loser and a herb in every sense of the word But I dont give a FUCK Ill still get witcho bird Then I stuff her and roast her like its late November Then I duck that broke hoe cause her friend looks better Ya BITCH! [Chorus] [J-Zone:] Celph Titled made a pimped out beat for me to rock And turn my nose up to broke sluts on my cock "Yo no tengo hay dinero," you better change the subject You speakin Broken-ese and we from Cut-a-Check Republic South Jamaica Queens to Tampa Our presence felt, every summer like cancers We eat collard greens for breakfast And keep shit greasy like Soul Train scramble board contestants [Celph Titled:] Me and your girl we aint talkin much but when we fuck Im playin greatest hits from Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch Blow a bitch to pieces, strap grenades on her back Now the way Im gettin ass, it just falls in my lap Im a +Midnight Marauder+, stick a Q-Tip in your pussy Thats my +Low End Theory+, Im at the players ball yearly No you aint never been inside (nope) and Ima get the Mexicans to fuck up Xzibit again if he dont Pimp My Ride [Chorus] [J-Zone:] Hey yo, I got one question man How come yall shit dont sound like this' I mean, Im sayin This our.. I see you over there hatin man Fuck you man This shit is, yo Celph this shit Yo Celph you a beast for this, GOD DAMN! Yo man I dont understand man whassup whassup with these rappers that aint got no fuckin bass in they shit man Why why is that You rappers is fuckin allergic to bass man Im sick of hearin beats that aint got no bass man This that Boss Hog shit man Type of shit to blow your Alpines man You dont know nuttin about this man, God damn Thats the shit you make that ugly gorilla face to man But with me it comes easy Im an ugly nigga But you know what, I dont give a fuck Cause I got bass in my shit Yo Celph you got bass in this motherfuckin beat man This shit sound evil, OH MY GOD~! This is Boss Hog, stop bein jealous man We make it look TOO EASY Ay bitch, pass my Malibu and shut the fuck up Dont put no ice cubes in my shit Did I tell you, did I tell you I wanted Coke in my Malibu' Straight, I dont I dont mix, Coke and soda and all that shit with my Give me my shit straight This is Boss Hog man This aint no Cosmopolitans man What part of the game is that' Yo Celph lets get out of here and go count some more money man [samples to close:] We take a bitch up to snow and make her get out Bitch get out! (In a G-string) Knahmsayin' If we like the hoe, here take a shot of Hennessy [ You Got Mail Lyrics ]
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