Представляем точный текст композиции "Hold His Own" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cormega . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Hold His Own» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cormega передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cormega - "Hold His Own"
Lyrics to Hold His Own : (feat. Carl Thomas) [originally on the "Deep Blue Sea" OST as "Megas On His Own"] [Cormega] Yo, yo What, what Wanna bounce' Come on, come on What, what Bounce, bounce Check it out yall Yo, you see the Benz Im in, with BBS rims Playing Lil Kims part off The Benjamins I aint a player, I just wear Tims No need for gators, my feet cant swim Im in Reno, Nevada, sippin a pena colada How many niggas can see Montanna' This movies killin and budgin Women love me in polo jeans and rugbys You can hate it or love it, imiatate it or dub it Compared to us, niggas aint nuttin Its funny how niggas get paid for frontin Glorifying crimes, and they aint done em My rhymesll split em like pimpin, Dom P sippin Im not a baller, havent even lived it Women callin, since my days in the crib crawlin I plan to live enormous I live nike dunks, icey chunks A fly wifey I can trust Not that she gon wanna hesit me for re-up I might be, Iron Mike if you try to entice me I say this politely, tell it to a friend Hard from the start, get money to the end What up with Cormega' Did you see him' Leanin in the BM with the rims gleamin [Chorus: Carl Thomas] Mega gonna hold his own He always knew he could do it alone And when he rhymes Everybodys gonna know [Cormega] Yo, I write rhymes for the flyest whips, finest chicks And any rappin nigga that thinks hes as nice as this See me chillin in clubs with women and thugs Whoever wanna test this, we fill em with slugs My jewlery gliestenin, rhymes usually sickenin Game like Fab 5 at Michigan, you listening' Pimps, I bust em, niggas, dont trust em Snitches, dont want em in my shit We in a tunnel, buyin mo by the bundle You know when we come through, get it right But dead' right, techs spit nice I know where you read my man was jessying your wife I suggest you chill unless you ill enough to test the skill That I possess niggas, for real Im the last of the mohecans, rhyme ill flow lethal Due to magazines, theres no equal No sequel to my flow evil, deletin your people We through seein time, youre see-through Nas off the meter, rhyme for the Beamers Roll wit overacheivers, my people, my people from madenas Where you at dime-peices, fly features' Lookin so right my man is dying to meet ya I know your baby dad just buying you sneakers But Im a keep it real, I aint cheap Check it out [Chorus] [Cormega] Yo, to the haters, lovers, thug baby mommys Walk around me tryin to play stuck-up See me in a ride and wanna say "whats up'" I put my foot and the gas and tell they ass "tough luck" I dont start beef, I finish it My enemies hearts diminishin Before a rapper had dough, you didnt You a pathetic nigga, first it was Biggie and Pac Now you jealous of Jigga You like a breast implant, fake on the inside You nice, lets battle for dough Mr. Big-Time On Hot 97, or live at Envys I can ass-bend you and still leave with 10 gs Too real for you, what you dream I live and breath Whoever wanna intervene, come on, get your team And Im a show you who the illest Cause everybody know who the realest Now feel it [Chorus] [ Hold His Own Lyrics ]
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