Представляем точный текст композиции "Brooklyns Finest" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Jay-Z . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Brooklyns Finest» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Jay-Z передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Jay-Z - "Brooklyns Finest"
Lyrics to Brooklyns Finest : (feat. Notorious B.I.G.) [Pain In Da Ass] [*gunshots*] OKAY, IM RELOADED!!! You motherfuckers, think you big time' Fuckin with Jay-Z, you gon die, big time! Here come the "Pain"! [*gunshots*] [Jay-Z] Jigga... (Jigga), Bigga... (Bigga) Nigga, how you figure... (how you figure) Yeah, yeah, yeah, aiyyo Peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (uh-huh) The number one question is can the Feds get us (uh-huh) I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters (uh-huh) and niggaz who pump wheels and drive Jettas Take that witcha.. [Notorious B.I.G.] .. hit ya, back split ya Fuck fist fights and lame scuffles Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug related Most hate it.. [Jay-Z] .. cant fade it While yall pump Willie, I run up in stunts silly Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me But on the contrilli, I packs the mack-milli Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathin soft on him Whats ya name' [Notorious B.I.G.] .. Who shot ya' Mob ties like Sinatra Peruvians tried to do me in, I aint paid them yet Tryin to push 700s, they aint made them yet Rolex and bracelets is frostbit; rings too Niggaz round the way call me Igloo Stix (Who') Motherfucker! [Chorus] Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where you from') Brooklyn, goin out for all Marcy - thats right - you dont stop Bed-Stuy.. you wont stop, nigga! [Jay-Z] What, what, what' Jay-Z, Big Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers Brooklyn represent yall, hit you fold You crazy, think your little bit of rhymes can play me' Im from Marcy, Im varsity, chump, youre JV (Jigga) Jay-Z [Notorious B.I.G.] .. and Bigga baby! My Bed-Stuy flows malicious, delicious Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches from 62s, gem stars, my moms dishes Gram choppin, police van dockin Ds at my doors knockin [Jay-Z] What' Keep rockin No more, Mister, Nice Guy, I twist your shit the fuck back with them pistols, blazin Hot like cajun Hotter than even holdin work at the Days Inn with New York plates outside Get up outta there, fuck your ride [Notorious B.I.G.] Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank Wright Leave the keys to your In-tegra (Thats right) Chill homie, the bitch in the Shoneys told me Youre holdin more drugs than a pharmacy, you aint harmin me So pardon me, pass the safe, before I blaze the place and heres six shots just in case (Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...) [Chorus] Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where you from') Brooklyn goin out to all (Crown Heights...) You dont stop (Brownsville...) You wont stop, nigga! (Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...) Hah hah! Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where we from') Brooklyn goin out to all (Bushwick...) You dont stop (Fort Greene...) You wont stop, niggaz! [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah For nine six, the only MC with a flu Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what youre tryin to do Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white heron Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms Stay out my way from here on (CLEAR') Gone! [Notoriuos B.I.G.] Me and Gutter had two spots The two for five dollar hits, the blue tops Gotta go, Coolio mean its gettin "Too Hot" If Fay had twins, shed probably have two-Pacs Get it' .. Tu-pacs [Jay-Z] Time to separate the pros from the cons The platinum from the bronze That butter soft shit from that leather on the Fonz A S1 diamond from a eye class don A Cham Dom sipper from a Rosay nigga, huh'! Brook-Nam, sippin on [Notorious B.I.G.] Cristal forever, play the crib when its mink weather The M.A.F.I.A. keep canons in they Marc Buchanans Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow, tossin ya Mad slugs through your Nautica, Im warnin ya (Hah, what the fuck') [Chorus] Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where you from') Brooklyn goin out to all (Flatbush...) You dont stop (Redhook...) You wont stop, nigga! (Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...) Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where you from') Brooklyn goin out to all (East New York...) You dont stop (Clinton Hill...) You wont stop, nigga! {*"Is Brooklyn in the house'"*} [Outro] Uhh, Roc-A-Fella, yall, Junior M.A.F.I.A. Superbad click, Brook-lyns Finest, you re-wind this Represetin BK to the fullest [ Brooklyns Finest Lyrics ]
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