Представляем точный текст композиции "Follow Me Gangster" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста 50 Cent . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Follow Me Gangster» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую 50 Cent передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
50 Cent - "Follow Me Gangster"
Lyrics to Follow Me Gangster : [50] Yeah.. Ja, you ready' Drop that Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah) Ima show em how I do it (yeah, yeah) G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT! I keep hearin niggas is happy, the Ds come, niggas wit guns When Im out on bail, ridin wit some new ones Big got hit in that passenger seat Pac got hit in that passenger seat Now Im ridin round in that passenger seat Come near the whip, Im blastin my heat It dont take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin to sink in The consequences mean nothin, those semi autos is bustin Crack sellin, predicate villain, spit big words but I cant spell em Put a shot to your melon, thatll keep youre punk ass from chillin Then I got that nine and a fo-fo, that H2 is never full Bullet proof windows and doors, gangsta how bout yours Southside tatted on my back My last gun shipment got the whole hood strapped Now all I got is two 380s and a nine Nigga you can knock and tell the cops but youre dyin [Chorus - repeat 2X] Youre thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa Youre thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa Youre thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You can be a Blood or a Crip Nigga, you bitch Follow Me [Tony Yayo] I used to chill in the hood, to support the fiends But now Im eatin caviar instead of pork and beans Im in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo five Yall niggas wanna die' I got a love affair, wit violence and guns So this is for them gangstas, rep where you from When I got Od up, my heart turned colder Thats why the mac react like a king cobra Now Im jumpin out of Rovers, in Gucci loafers Yall niggas wanna stun' Ill bury you cockroaches Gimme one year, in this industry Ill buy enough guns to declare war on a small country [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Still walk around wit the hammer boss Rope and a cross Hard timesll make a lil nigga hate Santa Claus Your mountains is high, holdin in Diana Ross Im like a 2003 banana Porsche I dont gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut They on my dick, cause I make groupies set off a fire truck My team in the cutt, packin middle things I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings Its 8 class karats in the border I poke holes in plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorder Im a savage on your daughter She aint in the college dorm Then I guess Im squirtin on the cabin that you bought her Im a heavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarter Brown colored from shit, he established in the water You got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan base Just cause you pour syrup on shit, dont make it pancakes [Chorus] [ Follow Me Gangster Lyrics ]
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