Представляем точный текст композиции "Ackamonkey" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Dirty . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Ackamonkey» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Dirty передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Dirty - "Ackamonkey"
Lyrics to Ackamonkey : (feat. Lil Burn One) [Lil Burn One] I hates to wake up, another day tryin to stack that cake up Lookin at the time but I aint lookin at no Jacob No food in the refrigirator, no toilet paper Wondering how he made it so that make me a hater Another rapper with big dreams Im on the outside lookin in at this big screen Like the shit aint been the same since Pac and Biggie died Im wishin that the rap game would bring Lil Burn alive But what the fuck is my opinion when niggaz out here making millions And I aint got a god damn dime A pot to piss in and my raps the only thing I can say mines So Im out here on the grind Just tryin to get in where I fit, cause on the street Im the shit And niggaz waitin for me to get legit Cause they know its all good, when Burn come stuntin through the hood like summer and decorate the whole Alabama [Chorus] Thats why I Wake up everymorning and lace my shoes up tight Cause I know I might have to run From these folks if Im caught with this gun But I still, get out on the block Hustle what I can before my trap get hot Cause I know my children got to eat They need chlothes and shoes on they feet Thats why I [Mr. G-Staka] Man thats why I, runnin from these folk Cause I stay strapped, cause got a pocket full of dope But if they find Im hustlin this dro Then they gon lock me up so I cant hustle it no mo But Im not lyin, thats why I grind Spending my time, trying to get mine Cause aint nothin free, off in these streets And everyday Im runnin from the MPD So I tie my Js, tight as I can And tuck my .45 deep off in my pants Cause the shit get sad, makin me mad And I cant stack my Gs, with these ps on my ass Dont wanna stay up alone, but I need me some cash Thats why I hustle hard, just to come up fast And standing in the yard with a bag full of grag Servin every junkie cant let nothing pass [Chorus] [Big Pimp] Man this cold water stank Thats why I put a top on my drank In the club, I dont know how these niggaz and girls think One meek would probably have my whole mind erased blank Late at night hunchin a bow leg dog behind a bank And I aint sayin, that Id fuck a dog in the ass But how Im gon know what Im doin if my mind gone bad Im a pimp, so tell me how my fans gon respect that Everytime my song come on in the club, I get naked Cabbage patchin with draws on my head Never know when I might snap wishin all yall was dead To prevent that, I stay ping pongin hoes like a rit rat Every Sunday a pot of turnips mixed with pig fat The pig feet, the pig ears, and the pig back That make yo stomach weak, then city boy get back The Dirty south where country niggaz live to get fat And rearrange our cocaine is a good crack You can be thirty five still get ya jaw cracked Rollin yo eyes gettin loud trying to talk back Cause shit mama plus belt equal cross back I loss a half a block, and still tryin to crawl back Hoping the good luck fairy make ya fall back But my children hungry so that kill all that Just suck it up and try to intercept the ball back Praying to God my laces dont be tied in all black [Chorus x2] [ Ackamonkey Lyrics ]
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