Представляем точный текст композиции "Ghetto Manifesto" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Coup, The . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Ghetto Manifesto» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Coup, The передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Coup, The - "Ghetto Manifesto"
Lyrics to Ghetto Manifesto : [spoken] You know Ive been chillin Ive been trryin to get into this little house party but they aint plain nothing that I can feel You know what I mean They be playin a little something here and there but, I dont know, I might leave Ohhh thats what Im talkin about Yeah Who is this This is good Im feelin Im feelin How come you didnt play that earlier [Boots] I write my lyrics on parking tickets and summons from the court I scribbled this on an application for county suppo I practice this like a sport Met Donald Trump and he froze up Standin on his Bentley yellin "Pimps down hos up!" Stop tryin to front all Break our ass a clump off We goin stop the world make all you motherfuckers jump off This is my resume slash resignation A ransom note with proposed legislation A fevered ultimatum You should take it verbatim Cause I got two bangin pieces and you dont wanna date em Flyin kites for my folks at home Who takin tokes alone We payin rent on shit they dont even sposed to own Narratin through my verse Agitatin through the curse Its a million motherfuckers just waitin on the first Anticipatin on the worst Wanna weightin up your purse' Shut the jobby job down at noon and dont disperse They wouldnt pay ya as far as they can throw you they think your flunkin but they dont know you This a turf operetta played with twelve shot Barettas By the Burger King workers who be slappin on your lettuce Wrote that in the back of those apartments On coupons from agricultural departments When we put down the X-O we can let the threats go And start shittin its the ghetto manifesto [Chorus] Thats what Im talkin about Make me scream and shout East, West, North and South Dont turn this party out Thats what Im talkin about Make me scream and shout East, West, North and South Dont turn this party out They call me bird cause of my legs, but my ass dont sang Got a house arrest anklet, but it dont blang blang Got a homey with a cell, but that shit dont rang But at lights out bars clang and souls get stang Now whats the hustle a soundtrack, where the muscle around blacks Make yo thoughts heavy drop a joint and make the ground crack Even renown hack historians have found that The people only bound back when they pound back So I take out a spray can and paste the pavement Defacing gravements of the sufferin nascent The fouls are flagrant and deaths the fragrance I overheard em asking vagrants for patience So check the liner notes, I steel my finer quotes From d-boys tryin to flow them Guccis and designer boats And party liner jokes and all kinda folks Who kinda broke with bar twenty cause they feel like a miner spoke The trees we got lifted by made our feet dangle So when I say burn well I mean the star spangled Lets all get high from the income angle Bump this at the party even if it aint the single Heres a slum serenade with razor blades And grenades by the nannies and the maids who be polishin the suede You can let the sess grow but lets make the sets grow into brigades with the ghetto manifesto [Chorus] Thats what Im talkin about Make me scream and shout East, West, North and South Dont turn this party out Thats what Im talkin about Make me scream and shout East, West, North and South Dont turn this party out [Chorus] Thats what Im talkin about Make me scream and shout East, West, North and South Dont turn this party out Thats what Im talkin about Make me scream and shout East, West, North and South Dont turn this party out [spoken] Im just chillin, Im just chillin baby Im right here, Im aint goin nowhere Hey baby whats goin on' I didnt even see you come in What you doin here' You like this' Yeah, thats a bad ass song, aint it an huh, whoo Thats some piano, Thats some bad piano Right, right Say what now Yeah No they tell me its the Coup Thats who it is, thats who is, yeah Yeah i thought it was something else But its the Coup Say waht now' No I aint goin nowhere why dont you just get me a drink Yeah No ice Come on now Quit holdin out DJ, dont turn that off Let it play again Whooo Thats a good piano, I like that funky guitar, funky guitar Know what I mean' You like that breakdown' like that break down' Im feelin it Sit down on my lap I aint goin to bite Say what now What Im doin Im just havin me a good time Havin me a good time, yeah [ Ghetto Manifesto Lyrics ]
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