Представляем точный текст композиции "Hard Like A Criminal" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Das EFX . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Hard Like A Criminal» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Das EFX передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Das EFX - "Hard Like A Criminal"
Lyrics to Hard Like A Criminal : [Verse One] Well biggedy bust a mover I biggedy be the trooper cause Im slammin Im ready to check this jam that this is havin Im audi, Im riggedy rollin four deep, dont sweat it Im troopin it with my niggaz, East New York is where Im headed Im friggedy freshly dipped, cold as shit but money Im rugged Im rockin my forty belows in the snow so yo bug it Yo fellaz, lets giggedy grab the train, fuck the walkin Aaah, here we go, yo, why these people hawkin' You you stupid , you look at my crew and now youre thinkin (They must be wildin...-= Is that them stinkin') Fuck no you wan-ton soup serving Youre staring, you beady eyed bastard link Whaddya think dick' Im comin around the train and bumrush ya Give me a ten foot pole and I wouldnt even touch ya Hey lady, I see you sittin by the conductor Thinkin that Im a nigga, you figure I wanna fuck ya Fuck there goes my beeper now these people think Im slingin Rocks by the blocks and killin em by the millions But yo hops, here kiggedy comes my stop now Im audi I giggedy gots to go you motherfuckers think Im rowdy and [Verse Two] The people love it Im swingin it from the lifestyles of the ruff and rugged They got me upstate troop, so fuck it In penile, Im hard as a fuckin brick I wreck shop Money grip, Im up in the yard fightin kids till I drop But, Im out now, so fuckers around the way are sweatin my peoples Not worried about a new jack black my shit is diezel Cause I pack, steel, I got the back, wheel And plus I got the Yung and the Resless watchin my back, still Because Im runnin the ave again Im back in the game with my neighbor Up on the ave runnin guns that was to be the new flavor And Im wid it, my cousins throwin a jam tonight I figures That Im bringin all my guns and Im bringin all my niggaz (Dont go hangin out with no niggaz...-= Thats the life, that I lead) You figgedy fuck around you lay around I told my cousin First kill the flex, word is born Ima bug him We spiggedy spark the buddha now I got the devil in me Im sick, quick to smoke a nigga like a chimney Im packin a clip, ready to flip, just me and my friends Twenty deep and two deep, a B-M-W and a benz, rollin [Verse Three] Brrr, its cold as shit, liggedy split I think were here G Fuck I forgot her address, yo fellaz just bear with me Yo Stevie, remember the crib she was tellin us that she chilled in Well there go the block she live on and I think thats her buildin Let the games begin Im packin my steel with nuff dreads In front of the buldin shits thick cause all I could see was nuff heads But I know them, were spiggedy sparkin blunts and squeezin triggers Bustin caps with my troops and a buncha other niggaz Awww shit, niggaz is bustin caps, fuck that Im ready to find this crib, where this bitch live at' Lets see, none of them kids right there heard of Shorty Whadup Duke, any yall niggaz heard about this party' Who the fuck are you G' You couldnt be talkin to me hops Get off that bullshit kid or get your teeth dropped Cause out here, the biggedy bumrush is mad thick Im ready to catch a body so you might get had quick Aight G, Ill biggedy back up but kill the yappin Dont play me for no sucker motherfucker it wont happen Yo fellaz, lets biggedy break North before I flip Im sick of the way these punk niggaz always talkin shit Punk what' You stupid motherfuck, is you crazy' Im liggedy loadin my clip about to flip, youre Swayze Im ready to light em up the four fifth is set to ill So I tightens up my hoody so noone can see the grill Yo what the fuck you doin man' (Blam-blam) (Ohh shit) What the fuck, now what' Where your man at now G, what' Yo Blitz, yo blitz yo lets be out Figgedy fuck it I caught another body now Im back up State doin a year and a half until my court date [ Hard Like A Criminal Lyrics ]
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