Представляем точный текст композиции "Hit da Floe" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Dirty . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Hit da Floe» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Dirty передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Dirty - "Hit da Floe"
Lyrics to Hit da Floe : [Big Pimp] I know that yall feel me now Since we dropped that Versatile Know yall aint seen my clique in a while We in the hood coming up with killing style Everybody talk cause we home now Look at here boy, youd better gone now It used to be black but its chrome now If its cocked back then its gone fly Put it on boss, so I wont lie I used to be young but Im grown now Hit a few licks, so we known now Kicked a little south, so its on now Do what you gotta when you broke man If you get a verse, get the whole thang How we get here, see we drove man Rollin in a Lac on them chrome thangs, whoa man We leavin em blowed, we leavin em throwed We rollin for sho We got the wood smellin like cinnamon Gigolo, pimp, got em a pro Im hitting them blowed Im dropping straight game just to put them in Couldve been The cheapest pimp that you ever seen before I know you love it when I ride Ds and vogues I know the junkie love it when I cook keys and os Im a freak so you know I stay pleasing woes I love wood so you know I keep Optimos We had to Gump locked when we dropped 'On Them Vogues' And the south dont stop till my head explode Gotta keep it cold till my pockets swolle So if you dont know youd better ask her though Big pimp quick to kick down your door Ima say it again, like I said it before [Chorus x4] When them Dirty Boys drop Better hit the floe ["Hit the floe" x3] Here we is boy, here we is boy [Mr. G Stacka] OK now Now who be dropping them bombs They keeping you crunk by making you jump Off of every word that I spit out You know them boys from the slum They carry big pumps and ready to bomb Off everything thats in our way now Packing the heat, you stacking the cheese Ready to freak, each and every one of you woes Who running the Gump, man yall already know Them Dirty Boys, they got a style so cold Continue to blow that killa smoke through my nose Emptying clips and busting holes through our foes Who that out there thats trying to steal our flow After this time, I bet you wont no more We left for a while, but now we back on your block Locking it down because we opened up shop You open your mouth and boy you bound to get popped We licking up shots because we leaving them cocked And every thug that I run with Gs Smoked out keeping freak tricks on they knees Gotta sack of green wood so we called it trees Plus a thing of Thunderbird thats swerving me Now what yall know bout Mr. G Much love to them thugs that run the streets Crack sells, fat mail, while them junkies geek Pop slugs, draw blood, make them fakers flea I know a lot of yall out there envy me Thats all right, we knock em off easily Seems to be that you would be more concerned With making your own Plus a little skeeting up stone But let it alone Cause it aint nothing you can do Dirty Boys coming back and we bringing the true And the rest of yall know when you showed the show Deuce, triple O, we make em hit the floe [Chorus] [Big Pimp] Now what yall think we been doing brah Sittin at home Eatin snacks, getting fat We been in the studio making tracks But yall boys wouldnt know nothing bout that You too busy running off at your mouth Hollerin about, we fell out You need to worry bout yall own damn house While youre always trying to worry bout ours Saying 'Where the Pimp, where the G I know they aint fell of the M-A-P Is it gonna be yall last cd' Look at here boy, stop asking me Thats the same old thing you asked last week You talk too much if you ask me Im glad I aint tell you that I lived with G Im glad I aint tell you that I flipped the keys Let me ask you a question You remember my Lac The green one that I had with my name in the back Why you wont tell me Hell who stole that You pulling everything else out your hat See most of yall started rapping yesterday See me and G been rapping since the 3rd grade And I dont give a damn what none of yall say We bout the only group that deserve to get paid So roll em up, sack em up, pack em up, and move em out Them Dirty Boys coming back through this town And we wont stop till we shut it down So if you didnt know youd better ask her though Pimp and G quick to kick down your door Ima say it again like I said it before When them Dirty boys drop (When them Dirty Boys drop) Better hit the floe [Chorus] [ Hit da Floe Lyrics ]
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