Представляем точный текст композиции "Believe That" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Backbone . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Believe That» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Backbone передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Backbone - "Believe That"
Lyrics to Believe That : (feat. Big Gipp, Slimm Calhoun) [Hook x2] Never let the money and these broads break us We right here til the Lord take us We act a fool cuz the laws make us "Baby.. You cant stop the hustle" [Backbone] You walk your ass cross my yard - get off my grass You wanna get to that money - get off yo ass You wantsta know my name - you awsta ask If you wanna see me for somethin - its gon cost ya cash I see ya pokin outcha jeans girl you actin bad Oooh, do that again witcha nasty ass I caught her comin out the mall, with 2 or 3 bags Now shawty got her at the wood shack, throwin her back Champagne, chicken wings, and bubblebath Catch me somewhere outta town signin autographs Still workin street corners, straight servin them blacks Them thirty-two fifth it for four and a half I prefer a Cheverolet, when its time to mash And I smoke the dro weed, a hundred dollars a sack I put up the big numbers nigga, check the stats And Im on the microphone with Gipp, Slimm, and Cass [Hook x2] [Big Gipp] Since the trashman only run once a week If I miss it, Im wait til night and dump it up the street, behind the Winn-Dixie Quiver, never step or kept up his penny drawers To get an applause, appeared to have no flaws In the situation, no dentation, smellin good But I aint gonna feel her, touchin up would be too easy Sleazy, measly, lookin ugly like a person tryna sell me a dub Fool A, C, D, and me Trees aint my reason for sendin your ass to grave and Watch you say the grade is.. Burn like acid reflux, somebonell order up the Pheffer chickens While I order up a smoked duck (Thank You) Get the gas to go, at the corner sto Keep my hand on the nine piece In case somebody wanna disturb the peace (Always keepin my eyes open) Uhh, cuz you, cant, stop the hustle [Hook x2] [Slimm Calhoun] Well Im known for my shine, Southside Eyes on the prize, its Mr. Fly Guy Mobbin, 68 Chevy, door vault ties Jumped out muggin like Im holdin twenty pies Rocked up, work on the block, We keep it, chopped up in the spot, in the pot Where we keep it, stocked up from the Frosty Flakes To the chickens in the cake If I drop it on the tool, it must be weight Went with two and a quarter, came back with eight Let Juke lick the plate, I re-rock the shape Like it hot in the kitchen nigga, oven on bake Got gorillas with banana clips, who love to go apes Southpaw, side-strapped, known to leave yellow tape Try and stop the hustle and crushed like grapes Just for the taste... Just for the taste.. [Hook x4] Uh-uh (Uh-huh) "Baby, you cant stop the hustle" [Repeat until fade] [ Believe That Lyrics ]
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