Представляем точный текст композиции "4 Minutes" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Juvenile . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «4 Minutes» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Juvenile передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Juvenile - "4 Minutes"
Lyrics to 4 Minutes : (feat. Hot Boys) [B.G.] You know we dont drop hits, uh-uh We drop classics nigga, uh-huh Cash Money, cmon, get at me nigga Nigga thuggin, is in my blood and my genes All the niggaz I fuck with they bling bling But yet its my block my hood my set nigga Uptown is the spot where you get put to the test nigga Best be bout unloadin a Tec nigga You better protect your head, fuck the chest nigga I run with the killers guerillas and the headbusters I grew up with murderers and hustlers you cant trust em I been cut-throatin niggaz for a while now I stay to tapin and whoopin ballers who got plots of birds or chickens or kis or bricks, whatever Click clack! I got to have it, no matter what, the, situation be Im bout my fetti my dollars my loot my grip my green UPT 13 and CMB is what I represent for life and Im H-O-T nigga (4, minutes, left!) [Juvenile] Dis bitch off the hook! Nigga never sleep Dis bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak Niggaz comin home tryin to hit em a lick Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a brick Dem old side niggaz, them new side niggaz Might get loaded but they do ride niggaz They stuck in line, but right after its all over The block party jumpin at Washington in Magnolia They smokin weed, they slangin D they sellin kis While bitches shakin they ass in the middle of the street You representin' It better be M-A-G Or niggaz gon get mad and, never let you leave A bill mine, 6th Street and Hadley Willow Street, Robertson and T.C. Its on fire from the wars they cause A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearin camoflauge (3, minutes, left!) [Lil Wayne] Yes, one-seven nigga, look Niggaz step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty Holly Grove, Carrington, 17 you heard me' Need them, birdies' You should see Weezy Prices, cheaper than the average, kis be We be, thuggers, stunners, hustlers Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers What the, hell' What is that I smell' No its not but its a dead body by the canal My grill, platinum; necklace, platinum Rolex, platinum; Hot Boy, ask him Blunts, we pass em; guns, we have em We do not flash em unless we gon blast em My clothes, Rees, Tees, Girbauds Fo-fos, semi-automatic calicos Brrrrrrr! Reload - *tch-chk* explode Let it be told, Im from Holly Grove, what' (2, minutes, left!) [Turk] Look.. look, look Plenty got diamonds in my Rolex Two karats on my finger, ten around my fuckin neck Its a must everyday that I keep my pockets fat Got so many haters thats why I stay strapped on my gat I bust back back leave yo bitch ass flat Trust that if you play with me I dress in black Thats a fact dont make me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad(') You head your lose that, aint no comin back back, Im tellin you Play with me your people people gon be smellin you Make me pop and throw, six niggaz gon carry you People dont have no money they cant bury you Dont have no insurance you be in the freezer a week or two Bought that insurin yourself cousin Get it how you live it nigga when they come cousin Gun Ima peel it nigga you can run cousin Gun click get hit and you get stung cousin, stung cousin (I hope you got the message!) [ 4 Minutes Lyrics ]
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