Представляем точный текст композиции "Get Off Tha Block" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Crooked I . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Get Off Tha Block» — 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 - "Get Off Tha Block"
Lyrics to Get Off Tha Block : (feat. Phobia) [Intro] Yeah its only right the Bad Guy hook up with the Bad Girl... Phobia... woo! Aha! Its Tha Row World Order baby Vegas, drop the heat, cmon... we back! [Chorus x3: Crooked I & Phobia] Death Rows back (here we go again) Death Rows back (you better get off the Block nigga) [Verse 1: Crooked I] And we wearing a smile, nuff areas style, who can bury us now' Listen, (DEATH ROWs BACK) Ghetto Americas child Im looking down on you, as if I was Darius Miles Im an abusive cat, leading cops on an elusive chase We make music only fools embrace We can feud dude, choose the place I keep a tool in waist, lil dude I remove your face, uhh Finally, you minor league and we major Major change the way you make your music aint a gangsta Gave the gangsta flava they bang in their CD changer Came to reign within, the game is in danger Banging hits that aint even been rivalled I, carry a rifle, I cherish survival Im, the Bad Guy thats my area title And Suges the real Simon, so fuck +American Idol+ [Chorus x3] [Verse 2] And we banging the R, thats the Row, Death Row we raising the bar Tell em (Death Rows back!) getting braids in the car Look at Crooked damn hard work made him a star Plus meanwhile my team scheme wild for cream I hustle like I got nineteen mouths to feed So leave out the scene, speed-down the cops Or youll bleed out your spleen we bring out them thieves This trick is quick to hit ya with some clips to split ya Id rather hit ya with some hits than be a permanent fixture The clips spit, we spit sick, get the picture' Cos if you spit sicker then niggaz itd get you richer And for my enemies I dont care much They like some ugly ass bitchs taking pictures getting airbrushed They not who they appear to be, we beating wimps up I knock a pimp straight down out of his Pimp Cuff [Chorus x3] [Crooked I adlibs] [Verse 3] And I demands my love, throw ya hands high join the Bad Guy club (Death Rows back!) why share my thug Especially when thugging is my anti-drug Get merked like its nothing, thats goon talk Give me three feet you bustaz better moon-walk Oh yeah we cop the benz, drop the chevvy on them monster rims While yall can rock milk-chocolate timbs Glock shots chop ya limbs, I sock your chin Im something different baby who can cop block the skills' Not your man, you know I got my heater with me Leavin you in need of a kidney, come on and sing it with me... [Chorus x3] [Outro over chorus: Phobia] Get off Tha Block.. haha... get off his dick Yeah, Crooked I nigga... thats right The realest, the realest Record label nigga... [ Get Off Tha Block Lyrics ]
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