Представляем точный текст композиции "Youre Everything" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Bun B . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Youre Everything» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Bun B передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Bun B - "Youre Everything"
Lyrics to Youre Everything : (feat. Rick Ross, David Banner, 8Ball & MJG) [Talking: Bun B] Man fo real I love being from the dirty south mane It made me the G I am today Made me the hustla I am today The grinda, the baller, the gangsat I am today A lot of people got opinions, issues, and problems with what they see comin from the south but we doin well n the south mane, but Im a tell you like this: f**k you dog, this the south nigga we been, gonna be here, and we aint goin no mutha f**kin where Take it hoe you like it, hate it or love it ho. [Bun B:] Its that candy paint, 84s Belts and buckles chrome and grill Leather seats, stitched and tucked TV screens and wooden wheels Swade roof, neon lights Whole tire swang and bang Top drop, blades chop Big wheel just hangin man White ts, fitted hats Jordans or da dickies (dickies) That swisha sweet cigoriilas filled up with the stickey 15s bamin And the base keep kickin Cadillac do slammin On dem 4 4s tippin We aint trippin just flippin These haters dip when they see us (when they see us) Cause they can neva beat us best us or be us Im a G thats a genius Besta just respect my duggie man Its the south, aint nothin above it and thats why I love it mane fo real. [Rick Ross:] Pray at night, we sellin white Got one key trine sell it twice Yellow stones all in my shit Yellow bones all in my dick Honeycomb I call my crib Money long, thats on my kids I rock Peta, my uncle chad UGK you cant f**k with dat Niggas fake, they hate my candypaint And all the paper that your partner make Shakin dice like a face of life Champaign just aint tastin right Haterade they Gatorade Look at these seats, they gator made Friend or foe niggas never know (know) Never know when you finna blow [David Banner:] Do you scrape up the curb Then was sippin some syrup Then was blisted, twisted, since this pimp got in dat heard But I handle my issue I got several pistols That wont whistle, missles not grisled from fatty tissue Mississippis my home Till Im die and Im gone I know I put it on my back held dat bitch up alone Put no lable but docking Pride split into fractions I hit the ocean on heavy bustin back at the crackin Yall know (Yall know) [8 Ball:] Lets talk about Pimp C, Bun B 8 Ball, MJG Big Boi, Dre 3000 Scarface, Willie D T.I.P, Young Jeezy Birdman, Lil Weezy Trick Daddy, Young Buck So So Def, Jermaine Depri J Priss rap a lot Juicy J, DJ Paul Slim Thug, Lil Keke Chamillionare, Paul Wall We all different, but we all rep the same thang God first, family then money in the south mane. [MJG:] They call me pimp tight, MJG The dirty south, its everything I want, everything I need Everything Im hungry for When Im outta town gotta get home just for it Everything that I been raised to love The wheels that my grandmamma gave to us Racial profilin, police harass are regular days to us You say door, we say doe You say four, we say fo You say whore, we say ho You want more, but we want mo What else is there left for me to do This the dedication from me to you The south, I know you gonna see me through So until I die, I wanna be with you Youre everything. [ Youre Everything Lyrics ]
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