Представляем точный текст композиции "All Out" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста 2Pac . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «All Out» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую 2Pac передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
2Pac - "All Out"
Lyrics to All Out : (feat. Outlawz) [hellicopter propeller turning] [Kastro & Napoleon] We goin all out (aiiiite) We goin all out (aiiiite) We goin all out, watch ya motherfuckin mouth niggaz (Thats right, fuck these fag niggaz) Do it, do it, do it [2Pac] Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers Just another lost soul, stuck, callin Jehovah Outlaw til its over, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause Im a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition to hold up the rap game While I pluck holes in niggaz like donuts And still down to die for all my souljas Like hillbillies, they dont fear me So refuse bringin war to the city With each breath, death before dishonor Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor A general in war, Im the first to bomb With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit heavily armed Im similar to Saddam, sometimes I question Hussein Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me I take the figure of dirty niggaz, who all got me While bitches wonderin who shot me No love, keep a grudge, shootin sluggs like Muammar Quadaffi Murder my friends, build a new posse We takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like Rocky You got a lot of nerve to play me Another gay rapper, bustin caps to Jay-Z (buck buck buck buck buck buck) And still avoid capture, while yall caught up in the rapture Still after me, Im in Jamacia sippin daquiris, no doubt We used to havin nothin, then grabbin somethin and bustin Wanted to be the thug-nigga, that my old man wasnt I came to a field, catchin cases, litigation Niggaz playa-hatin, got me crooked in all 50 states Im screamin DEATH ROW, throw my WESTSIDE, aint no thang We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang We claim mob, M.O.B. if you be specific We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific And get this, Im hard to kill, when I peel with this live spot Father, how the hell did I survive, these five shots' Live it up, of give it up, and my demons Late night, hear them screamin; we goin all out! [Chorus: EDI] We goin all out, bomb first till they fall out Take them the war route, without a doubt Ball, which means we all ride if its on Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out Tryna see the next day, nigga go all out Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out [Napoleon] Im on my land sled, walkin through the belly of the beats Feelin like Im all out, drunk as can be Its plain to see, that we mobb niggaz hidin in bushes Claimin that they ride rough, but they soft as they cushion They softer than bitches in the worst way, drownin in blood Outlawz my blood brothers, Id die for these thuggs Say hi to this slug, its a shame how some niggaz on the west coast was ridin with Pac, but when he died, they went pop Im on the Jers to the fullest, like some west coast love But after Pac stopped rappin, it aint no west coast thug Just westcoast what' To my real niggaz stuck in the street game Cause rappers like Jay-Z be pumpin Kool-Aid through they veins Is it true what Im sayin' Slap your soft ass to the floor And watch my fo-fo put peek holes through your door I ride or die, but these other fag niggaz be bitin this Its all from my heart when I was writin this All out [chorus] [Kastro] Now, we all ride, and down to die who wit us Speak up, or get treated like you comin to kill us Aint nothin but squealers, in this rap game, swearin they rough Tattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin they Pac Stop that, and watch ya back, we aint forgot bout cha These glocks hot, and when shot, itll bring the bitch up out cha Its me, Kastro with the goattee Walkin like a OG, cause all these fag motherfuckers owe me I pray to the thug lord, like that motherfuckers holy Frontline soulja, till the heavens call me I go all out, and if you real, you real Feel what Im talkin bout, cause this game is ill I live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, till they feel it Livin proof, Pac breed niggaz, they cant deal wit Holla back, right back, and watch ya mouth Or get blood in it, WHAT, we goin all out Nigga [chorus - 2X] fool, you better go all out keep goin all out all my niggaz goin all out without a muthafuckin doubt [EDI talking] Ey, you niggaz just gon think that you gon be uhh talkin and slippin on all of these motherfuckin records and we aint gon say shit, now its 1999 Its a different grind, dont disrespect the Don Its still war motherfuckers So lets see you act like you know [ All Out Lyrics ]
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