Представляем точный текст композиции "Factory" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста B.G. . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Factory» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую B.G. передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
B.G. - "Factory"
Lyrics to Factory : (B.G. Talking) Whats Happenin Mayne' This Lil B.G Your #1 Hot Boy and I got my Chopper City boys ridin with me You know what Im saying and we bout to fuck the game up on some real nigga shit. Look [B.G.] Im official in any neck of the woods I could hop out on any step in any hood Niggaz know me and will come up and wanna fuck with me bad A click of niggaz with choppers in black with ski masks Im a coach so I play the sideline Let Kizzle go and snipe at these niggaz that out of line Im a hot boy, people know whats happening with me Took the chrome of all my whips and put em on factory I could do that, shit real round here Ask a nigga, all that stuntin get you killed round here Park the Benz, hop in the crown vict Behind a little more tenth, think Im the law, I spin a little bit I just blend in with the rest of the traffic You dont know its me thats in the camoflauge caddy Its 2004, Chopper City in this bitch Fuckin the game up on some real nigga shit (Talking) We still get our shine on, ya heard me [Chorus x2] We on factory, We on factory We aint got nothing to prove, We on factory We on factory, We on factory We took all the 22s, We on factory (B.G. Talking) Yall hoes still gonna jock us cause we real Nigga Whats Happenin (Hakim) Im a flosser, you know I be iced out Hot Kizzle, the hot boy with no slugs in my mouth Im an ex-drug dealer, used to have drugs in my house Now I know how Im livin with real thugs in my house If I aint on chrome, your bitch still gonna jock me (Fa Real) Man Im on fact and that nigga still gonna knock me You hate niggaz, yall really need to stop it Im young with bad nerves, I got the K in the closet My wrist worth 20, Neck worth 20 Earrings worth 10, bitch the whip cost 100 100 in the case, 17 in the glock Two million where I stay, 20 bricks on the block Im a mary jane smoker, game soaker Frame thrower, A Uptown Lane Roaster A 100% real nigga, look me up and down Located in Chopper City, Gd Up in Soulja Town [Chorus] (Gar) Fuck pushing 10 whips, I spin in the wide track Bitches still get side-tracked Aint got my ass out, ride class course, they pass out Been tossin brizzles with Gizzle before vehicle Actually factory got me with a whole faculty I got dubs but I thug and play hubcaps They love trap but dont need to tell and the bullets sell and your body in hell and shot em villians and pulled off alot in big bodies, no ceilings, three wheelers thats how Im peelin but Im still the pigeon from runnin straight (Sniper) Low, Low, 4-Door, Something tinted up on factory Im Lo Pro, foul, dicksuckers no longer be harassin me Niggaz actually trippin thinking a nigga Cant tell the difference between them adapter kits and the set of sprewells, man they slippin Im on factory, with 20 stacks on me With 40 cal, I aint worried bout nobody jacking me But people hacking me, they just be passing me I just got my package from the west right back to the east [Chorus] (Ziggler The Wiggler) Yeah, You pullin up at the light Your rims looking good You got them spinners But when your hoe asks you to take her out You cant even afford I-Hop You pullin up at the club Jumping out with brand new shirts on And she say gimme some money You cant even keep your phone on Nigga we on factory behind them old 10s with 20 stacks in our pocket nigga This Ziggler the Wiggler baby and we kicking the door open for some real niggaz You understand me, Guess what' All them real niggaz, you got a chance now baby and we out, oh boy [ Factory Lyrics ]
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