Представляем точный текст композиции "Greens, Cornbread & Cabbage" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Kane & Abel . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Greens, Cornbread & Cabbage» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Kane & Abel передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Kane & Abel - "Greens, Cornbread & Cabbage"
Lyrics to Greens, Cornbread & Cabbage : (feat. Master P and Prime Suspects) [Master P] Whats up niggas and bitches (ugh) We aint no motherfucking rookies at making cowards (we aint no rookies at making fame) Fetti nigga (fetti) thats why Im gon call this fedex (fedex) Its all about moola (moola) that money (money) scrilla (scrilla) All mighty motherfucking dollar (all mighty dollar) Hundreds (hundreds) thousands (thousands) millions (millions) and trillions (trillions) We got this shit sewed up nigga (sewed up) From the south (from the south) to the midwest (to the midwest) To the west (to the west coast) to the east coast (to the east coast) Yall know how to get yo scrilla (yall know how to get yo scrilla) Hoes in the club showing love ask Tela I got hoes on the beeper just like mosquitoes Niggas want to fuck with the P Im making scrilla (scrilla) Labeled and tagged me yo neighborhood dealer. Got this game gripped got the hoes wanting sacks Got niggas in the hood waiting on me for crack Fifteen five for a key now Im rolling Gold thangs hit the block nigga but it aint stolen And I came to get my keys for the sound and the edibowa Nigga I aint Scarface but got the money and the power Coming down hard (hard) living in the south (south) Got killers watching my back with that gold in they mouth Bitches getting broked on (broked on) for motherfucking P Agent c station Should I say player hating (player hating) Niggas take vacation one way ticket is to hell niggas feel me Its all about the 20s and the 50s niggas feel me Trying to get my paper (paper) its all about my scrilla (scrilla) Big Mo got that mack 11-9 for yall killers Rolling through the south (south) trying to check them honeys (honeys) Got them beans trying to flip them dope fiends hundreds I aint even stopping if a cop is on my tail (what) Big Boz got that AK nigga and thats real Rolling in that Rover (Rover) Smoking on that dolja (dolja) A No Limit soldier yall haters yall cant hold us Niggas got green (green) fuck cashing checks Hooked up with three niggas they call them Prime Suspects Now a nigga got the shit gangstafied like Kane & Abel Niggas got more clientele than niggas got cable But niggas tru to the gizame Niggas slanging them bizangs My best partner Andrew Jackson, Ben Franklin understand [Chorus] Trying to get greens, cornbread, and cabbage [x4] [Prime Suspects] Papa was a junky brain fried on that coke Snorting heroin in the middle of a seventy show But you wonder why my lifestyle it be kind of rough Its them little green guys a nigga cant get enough Zoned out like Kujo aint sleeped in three days On an all night flight trying to get rich paid In the shade on the L.A.P. Where your nigga be Never taking and sure who I be (ooh wee) I be the nigga with cheese O.Z.s to keys stay hundreds to Gs Putting these hoes on their knees Cause they bout that green cheese (pop that phone) [Chorus x4] [Kane] Bitch show me the money Im on top cause I got rocks Cause I got scrilla No Limit got enough paper to buy the Lakers Fuck the haters I hate to kill him fake the realest I know God never sleeps When you die you sew what you weep I still move ten boroughs a week cause a nigga gots to eat Dont feel my teeth Mamma turned 5 into 10, 18 to 36 My triple beam gangsta lean Thousand eight that be the weight On this motherfucking grip its the lip This paper got me rich Im sick Quick to run up in that pussy with a hard dick Ghetto boys starting ghetto wars Took a little scrilla the killer Wait starting late in the hood got me paid scoring like Reggie Miller Representing like a senator When Im on the block (woo woo) then again Smoking hay bitch a hundred down like predator If you got my rocks then I aint got no fucking check [Abel] Fuck you nigga pay fuck your lady Fuck your mamma fuck your baby Rolling with P on the D bout to be gangstafied Honey drop top white Mercedes Its a 144 pounds 148 with the 4 pound murder Niggas they call me drama And them hoes they call me Ike Turner Popos 75 dice till the trying to get the shipment higher When talk they coming up short Give props and I aint forgot motherfucker [Kane & Abel and Master P talking] Master P, Prime Suspects Yeah bra humbra go get your money nigga I got it ugh trying to get them greens, cornbread, and cabbage Nigga trying to get them greens, cornbread, and cabbage This goes out to all my real niggas North Carolina, from Milwaukee, South Carolina, Columbus, Ohio, Louisville, Georgia, Alabama, to the A.T.L., Cleveland, Ohio, New Orleans, Detroit, Texas, Cincinnati, Florida, Nebraska, California, Chicago, Indianapolis, Mississippi, New York To the motherfucking world to the world We after them greens after them greens Cabbage and cornbread Dollar greens humbra humbra Yall haters need to be pissed on (suckers) Yall cant stop No Limit Got to much paper believe that [ Greens, Cornbread & Cabbage Lyrics ]
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