Представляем точный текст композиции "Hide Out or Ride Out" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Juvenile . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Hide Out or Ride Out» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Juvenile передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Juvenile - "Hide Out or Ride Out"
Lyrics to Hide Out or Ride Out : [Lil Wayne] I strike a load you get served like we toke with fake busta get smoked with aproach it I explode it unload it reload it unload again and pull another left hand fifty shots to win i cant lose its impossible plus i got a chopper fifty shots about to droppin you i be bout strings hittin the beef gigga head then leave the set, leave a beef gigga wet jet off the scene with the uptown fighter red dot sighters all week night flighters im a get ya, when ya least expect it cock the glock jacket a vest cant protect it boy, is ya ready ill leave yo set wetted slugs flyin high, got yo body real heavy you cant move, ya got buff now your stuck left Wayne on the set, and yo boys to pick you up out cold head swoll eyes closed i know for sure you aint gon test me no more yo block tore yo family in black clothes you got blowed and in ya chest is many holes this goes for Lataranza Elmo i show how uptown niggas roll ya big boy, me and my niggas did it to ya automatic, black chopper trigger pullin thats how we be loadin clips then release eight deep in the three-hundred E leather seats and in the trunk artillery up the streets where i started sure aint for me the B.G. thats the name I go by test me you die S Kangol Y hide out at the club, slide out ride out yo block bout to die out move ya people im burnin down the whole streets the night creepers bout to heat our enemies lights off masks on, creep silense lights gone we done left yo block wired retaliate wait no your not boy cuz im a Hot Boy nine milli cock boy chopper gunnin hoes scared of slugs, runnin start movin, me and Juve (Juvenile) e be comin [Juvenile] we left yo brain sick up with a chopper (A.K. 47) splittin the bricks a young black crucifix up in the dirt i be knockin dicks smooth and beretically, my pockets rocket to six figures and polverizin niggas pullin A.K.s and two triggers my potns stand on the side of me they only come out at night them deamons got me on a flight duck tapin and takin life or even worse it could be three Oclock, on a Sunday by church yo brains might have to burst you shouldnt have fucked with me first since them bullets was cappin adams apples im scoutin got richer penintentiary ward for the national guard to come get em very seldom do you see me, when you do what do you do bust back, better be a head shot if not its you im comin around the corner bout to pulla meatball on ya purses like a coat and them houses in calico me and Lil Turk heard of a merger on a murder fifty Gs (grand) on his head what ht fuck did you said fifty Gs (grands) for sure that nigga live next door call the man let the sucker plan look, i fuck with this rap shit, but i ask em dont say no more a Hot Boy representin this bitch like black and Moe [Turk] I start to poppin niggas start to droppin im havin fatal thoughts,i think im fuckin shell shockin niggas bangin four-five ringin in my ear, im not scared cuz im a solja and soljas have no fuckin fear in my sleep at night im seeing war fights wakin up thinkin that a nigga took my fuckin life unnecessary shit mind clickin like a light switch to pick you up on any nigga or any bitch dont give a fuck steady bangin and dodgin camoulflagin with the mack alive and dont have time for these dog hoes goin through a stage with that chop (Chopper) and that four-four [Juvenile] Whats this shit i hear bout you boys potnas in crime if thats true ill punish you bitches for the last time now you gon shine' let me put somethin on ya mind lil cowards takin hits and protecting shit its a for sure thang im a brang or im a wet ya best to be bout yo business, if not, God bless ya look, what makes you think that two-two-six wasnt strong thats when we do ya wrong they both come and they gone off-toppers im a get with you and ya potnas (patners) T.C., L.D., and Williard street with choppers drama hittin a niggas cash we play it right though im comin to get a niggas ass like im them white folks look, better be bout it if not better be rowdy its all in yo mind, ha' you gon shine, ha' i doubt it [ Hide Out or Ride Out Lyrics ]
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