Представляем точный текст композиции "California (Remix)" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Crooked I . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «California (Remix)» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Crooked I передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Crooked I - "California (Remix)"
Lyrics to California (Remix) : (feat. 2Pac, Butch Cassidy, E-40, Jayo Felony, Kurupt, Ma) [Intro:] Welcome to California Remix [echo] [Verse 1: Mack 10] Uh Westcoast Mack 10, Sly Boogy and the rest of the homies, look... See I was raised at the gutter And no matter what happened I got that raw cane & water I aint dependin on rappin And I aint wit the disrespect, watch ya mouth when ya yappin I grab the homies and some bullies, hit ya block and start clappin And I got so much aqua, my traps got floods on it Gettin that rubber band money and who cares if Bloods is on it Mack 10, one of the few West Coasters to shine And most of them got the mainstream, the hood is mine [Verse 2: Jayo Felony] Man, Im quick to tell a killer that Im iller than he is See, and Im a G since its me and my peeps, please Look Im the quickest no stitches, hit switches And I love these witches that be gobblin snobbishness We takin wrist watches, we be plottin on change main Why did I hit you up' Homie this is the gang thang Cant hang with us gorillas, main, you just an orangutan Sly and Bullet Loco gone bring these killers PAIN! [Verse 3: Sly Boogy] Right, aight, hold up, trip (ha ha!) Me and my niggaz came to blow up shit (yeah) And show these niggaz how to flow that spit (yeah) And quit actin like some hoe-ass tricks (Sly Boogy) Fool, you know who the hell it is (yeah) Im clickin up wit all my cousins and relatives And you could roll wit us and rep yo block And we could show these motherfuckers how the West Coast rock So come on [Hook: Butch Cassidy] Everybody all around the world (yeah) All the little baby boys and girls (alright) Cant sleep cause they wanna know whats goin on in California All the seeds all across the globe People comin from coast to coast For the show cause they wanna know whats goin on in California [Verse 4: E-40] Talk to me, I talk back, aint no need to explain Yall know my name Yall know who this is rappin over this steel trap Yall know its the man wit the slang Use no pedal when pushin that cane Everything that I ever sold in the street it was top grade Magazines, three mics, sprinkle truth in the game, spit the venom Every rapper got a little E-40 up in em Every rapper off the heezy fo sheezy I thought you plot em wit Jigga down For shit got down [Verse 5: Kurupt] Switches, bitches, chrome deep dishes Impalas, pop collars and pop collar bones Its California, Gangstaville, in ya mouth, all up on ya Cologne, you California Im Chuck All Stars, chronic sack, skull hat, Nissan truck Not to give a fuck, Kurupt 86 gang bang, World War 3 Thunder Dome, Crenshaw, Chemical Ali California nigga! [HOOK] [Verse 6: Crooked I] The women hop in the whip They love the way the speakers be subbin in eight places I represent Cali like Governor Gray Davis On roller coaster rims, I own my own company pal Im slangin spinners, how you lovin me now In L.A. you gotta be do or die in junior high Hes Sly Boogy, Im Crooked I and we ride - you know' And Im Death Row, heartless and lethal You seen Menace to Society, I should start in the sequel Yeeah [Verse 7: Roscoe] Blaze up the sticky dro, raise up the 64 Sittin low at the liquor store Hes better than generous, inconsiderate On a shwe wit a cigarette You know that nigga Young Roscoe rollin in the Cadillac rag on these (on these) I got my Khakillac saggin wit the crease And everybody wanna know like, "whats up wit Sco'" Its Y.A. Killafornia! [Verse 8: 2Pac] Know for doin scandalous deeds, no handlin me And nah it aint the drugs, its the straight thug nigga in me I swoop down and cause havoc My rapid delivery is automatic, lettin niggaz have it I been labelled as a thug nigga Since they dont sell my shit to white folks, ship it to the drug dealers And catch a, catch a nigga worldwide A fucking Mob Figga, West Coast who ride [HOOK] [Outro:] We hope you have enjoyed your stay [echo] Think about this stuff [echo] [ California (Remix) Lyrics ]
Содержание трека помогает не только запомнить любимые строки, но и ощутить связь с Crooked I. Возможно, вы заметите, как лирика «California (Remix)» перекликается с вашим опытом, или найдёте ответы на давние вопросы. Эта страница создана для ценителей музыки: здесь вы сохраните текст для личного использования, поделитесь им с друзьями или используете в творчестве. Погружайтесь в мир слов композиции «California (Remix)» — каждая строчка здесь обретает новый смысл.