Представляем точный текст композиции "Don Cartagena" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Fat Joe . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Don Cartagena» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Fat Joe передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Fat Joe - "Don Cartagena"
Lyrics to Don Cartagena : (feat. Puff Daddy) Nobody said it would be easy, ha hah [Puff] What yall wanna do hah' (2X) Nobody wanna handle it [Puff] AS WE PROCEED, TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED [Puff] What yall wanna do hah' (2X) [Puff] NINE-EIGHT, ITS THE GREAT [Puff] What yall wanna do hah' (2X) Verse One: Fat Joe Now why the sad face, jealous for fellas thats diamond laced Tryin to find a place to recline, shine my face Under the sun where its warm, runnin with Pun til Im gone Thats word is bond on my moms Thats the squad motto, got beef we call Rallo Dame Un Trago, he go to war wit a bottle Simple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat ("take that" 4X) Right through your back tissue with any pistol I pack (cmon) Physical rap means we live the lyrics Long as niggaz fear us you could never entirely dissapear us We the realest you ever gon see In all honesty, aint another brother thats hotter than me Modestyll get nowhere, thats why I go there (yeah, yeah) Like lettin you know where to buy the new Fat Joe gear (thats right) Five sixty (five sixty) only the Squad ride with me Unless you a Bad Boy, and roll with Puff Diddy (eheheheh) Its my city, and everything in it Aint a thing rented (cmon) its my Benz, if you see me in it (yeah) We invented floodin the watch, and runnin the spots Thats why, Im not a player, I just crush a lot Chorus: Puff Daddy What you thought, we aint run the streets' Now you cant sleep ten deep, convoyin in the Benz jeep Rollin deep with the Don-Tana I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Fat Joe Yea, uh, yo You better slide or catch this homicide Aint no match for Joey Crack Im blowin backs out the other side Brothers died and mothers cried at wakes, these are The Breaks Kurtis Blow your head off like Jake (like Jake) So take heed and read between the lines, aint no cheatin mines Player haters never wanna see my shine Up in the Range or in the Lex Coupe Rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to Les Boos Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids or livin mad sweet in lavish cribs Fix marriages for my kids, six karats, Im a whiz (mm, mmm) Exotic tokin parrots on my wrist It aint shit but for sex, money, and drugs True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs What the fuck, Joe Crack, twist your cap back Leave your heart rate flat, once Terror Squad attacks (yea yea yea) Chorus 2X (Puff Daddy talkin over chorus) Terror Squad, and Bad Boy Joey Crack, Big Pun I see you Cant sleep, ten deep Yea, uh-huh Adios to manana Terror Squad, what' Bad Boy, khanmean' Joey Crack, Big Pun I see you, I see you Cmon, yea, yea, say what say what' Say what say what' Uh-huh I see you.. take that.. Adios to manana! [ Don Cartagena Lyrics ]
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