Представляем точный текст композиции "Got The Flava" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Show & A.G. . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Got The Flava» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Show & A.G. передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Show & A.G. - "Got The Flava"
Lyrics to Got The Flava : (feat. Method Man, D. Flow, Wali World & Party Arty) [Chorus:] Show & A.G. got the flavas (the flavas) Rollin with the dwellas and the neighbors (the neighbors) Show & A.G. got the flavas (the flavas) Rollin with the dwellas and the neighbors (the neighbors) [D. Flow] Hey yo no question Im the best in this rap business No doubt Im strapped, get back or get clapped rediculous son Im flippin this one (dont be dumb) You better run or end up like my last victim Shit thats real I already been through Scared from the threats I sent you (its all in the mental) Jackin niggas like Im in the Central Cuttin through that ass like a Ginsu as I commense to Get big with my nigs, A.G. & Showbiz Now your idol was doin vital damage to your ribs Word straight up and down, crab MCs get crushed Ill leave your style cramped, my crew cant be touched So when you hear the bomb you know its D. Flow son No one can fuck around, yeah thats right (no one) [Wali World] Hey yo the honies on the dilz cause I play ball good (its all good) Im still representin the hood Big shouts to Uncle Pete, youre my number one neighbor No doubt Im puffin later with my nigga Gary Aida Peace to Roc Raider and all the goodfellas People gettin jealous, well its the brothers (the brothers) On some other shit cant forget Shabazz Representin not to mention that Im gettin cash Get with that or get with this because Im kickin this With the styles Im runnin through niggas like Emmit Smith [Party Arty] Touchdown, I buck down MCs that step up 10 Gs if you wanna MC wrecked up The ghetto dwellas in your hood, hoodie down Stomps from the Bronx, the boogie man from the Boogie Down Momma never told me there would be days like this That Id be rippin tracks, gettin paid with my nigs On tour, roar with that hardcore stuff Niggas call bluffs (I give em no chance) I make it more rough (And even slow dance) on niggas faces, rugged, fuck it Them niggas got to love it cause we made this Im gettin papers with my peeps As Party Arty keeps Bacardi so MCs meet the shotty [A.G.] Check the method but dont sweat the technique Even made the baddest dime bitches get weak when the vets speak (Hopin) That your head meets my bed sheets (Now youre open) Like the Red Sea cause Im potent Dont fit' Dont force it, Flow got that 4-fifth Who do with that voodoo, my doll its that cordless All this and that and then some Get paid to put raps on tracks, I guess thats my income The beat chills so they be comin back for refills (My man shows his street skills) From here to the Peekskills Kill the rumors, givin MCs brain tumors Time to step off the set, gotta jet like Puma [Chorus x2] [Method Man] What the blood clot, son lick a shot, show your love in the area Forget me not, mass hysteria My style revolves around blunts, the Methical The one and only piece original, never phony One love to my muthafucker A.G. A true giant in the industry, hold your shoes up (Word to God, youknowImsayin) Yeah, thats how its goin down, you know who got the flava We got the flava, the flava So bring it on, so bring it on, all you muthafuckin corns, yeah [ Got The Flava Lyrics ]
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