Представляем точный текст композиции "Get In Line" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста B.G. . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Get In Line» — 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. - "Get In Line"
Lyrics to Get In Line : ("One! Two! Three! Kick it!") [Juvenile] Nigga know I hate his guts, so he dont cross my path Cause he know Ive been survivin all of the wars I had Bitch-nigga called hisself killin my dog But he didnt, though, so Im tyin up him and his broad Betta say somethin, and it betta be what I wanna hear Im listenin - scary bitches started shittin and pissin You might see him on a milk carton, dog - he still missin Somebody might catch him up on a hook when they fishin Look, Ive been itchin to get bitches, money, and jewels I know some niggas got a package - Ima run with the fool Through the years older playaz told me to keep my head strong Cause niggas is followers, and some of em led wrong But if I bust a cap in em, I will be dead wrong They dont know whats happenin, and I aint gonna say it to em Cause bitches be catchin conversation inspectin And fuck up and give them people some bad information (Hook [Juvenile]) Now point the nigga out if he wan do it with me Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be Air and opportunity - that aint nothin to me Look, I got somethin Im totin thatll cut you in three ("One! Two! Three! Kick it!") [Juvenile] Youse a certified clown in my eyes Thats the reason why half of your hood got shit bags on your side You talk a good game, but you a ho when they ride Nigga dont have to look for you - they know you inside You probly got your tail in your ass, your thumb in your mouth Protected custody so you dont come in your house Motherfucker, where all the shit you said you was bout' Let you tell it - you been bout bustin heads in the south [B.G.] Cant be fuckin with no lame, fake, aint even gon watch your back, nigga Get popped - cant handle the pressure and rat, nigga Take the whole clique down runnin his lips Cant come back in the bricks now, hell get flipped Its a cold game, but I dont give a fuck, my nigga I feel threatened by anybody, Ima bust that nigga up my nigga Then go get a mill, fuck my bitch - I take this game to heart, unless niggas disagree (Hook [Juvenile]) [B.G.] Im a lil man - stand my ground no matter what Glock glued to my hand - theres no one you can trust Niggas turned on they own nigga behind Geez If I think they wont turn on me, Im outta luck So I roll first - cock and shoot first Gotta stay over the head to duck a T-shirt You want beef' You want war' You want me' Nothin between us but air and opportunity Dont talk bout what you gon do - do it, nigga Cause youre wastin your breath - go head, prove it, nigga Shits real - I aint got time to fake Times money - I aint got time to waste But on the straight with me bein real To let others niggas know I dont fake - ya gotta get killed Oh, bitch-nigga playin with a rich nigga like me Ya wind up six feet, clown (Hook [Juvenile]) Now point the nigga out if he wan do it with me Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be Air and opportunity - that aint nothin to me Look, I got somethin Im totin thatll cut you in three ("One! Two! Three! Kick it!") Now point the nigga out if he wan do it with me Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be Air and opportunity - that aint nothin to me Look, I got somethin Im totin thatll cut you in three ("K-k-kick it!") Now point the nigga out if he wan do it with me Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be Air and opportunity - that aint nothin to me Look, I got somethin Im totin thatll cut you in three [Juvenile {talking}] Step up! Wherever the fuck you is, nigga Dont throw a motherfuckin brick and hide your hand like a ol pussy-ass, nigga ("One! Two! Three! Kick it!") Come out to the light, nigga - let me see who you is You wan do me somethin or harm my kids, nigga, show your face Make it known youre beefin with me Know whIm sayin Ol scary-ass nigga gon hide Come out here, playa - catch me all over New Orleans, nigga On the block, in the hood, wherever B.G., nigga, always on V.L. We gon keep it real - know whIm sayin ("One! Two! Three! Kick it!") ("One! Two! Three! Kick it!") [ Get In Line Lyrics ]
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