Представляем точный текст композиции "Imagine This" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cory Ak . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Imagine This» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cory Ak передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cory Ak - "Imagine This"
Lyrics to Imagine This : (feat. 8th Ward, Raekwon) [Intro: Raekwon (8th Ward #1)] Get the fuck outta here.. (Get the fuck outta here, son!) (Word) Not them niggaz, Cory Ak Thats my nigga right there (What') I knew you was gonna get on it The check writer thats right, nigga Son is nasty right there, he holdin the fuck down Yeah, what' 8th Ward' You know them niggaz is giants, yo Yo Im get a pass on you, hit me up [Raekwon] Yo, my technique wires niggas jaws Take yours, we caked up playin boards The sword spinnin, rotary dice, white linen Invite women, chunks of ice on spinnin Money on the back hand, rackin pinion Stacked out, black civilian, chrome teeth, billions Uh, Kennedy money, twist the Don King Raise your arm, who rock a stockin cap' Calm, gritty songs Broadcast the line on you spark steakhouse Medowlark, he threw the eight out Threw his darts, dont play without Falcon in Atlanta with a bandana White bitches fly, he threw a Santana blow thru Roses Hanna Big Duke rockin right there, eye observin his grill Power silencers is real, eh yo Ak feed the block, drop teaspoons, feed em for slot Versace rag top bop, playin cops Air Max, Newdoff threw his suit off Pepsi paper, we cant paint em with the Lakers, Lakers Throw a retainer down, Cream Team deligators throw the flame out Polly popper with a large wop, eh yo, check it out... [Cory Ak] Yo, we makin power moves, sprayin power navigators Cash Rules, coast to coast, city to city See poppi flash, eight niggaz, eight Jeeps and a stash fool And when the drama pop up, then they harass you Run up on ya ass with all black ski masks, fool Cuz you naw on niggaz ass like a cashew Iced down, platinum G-twelve when we blast thru Holigen lights, monitors in the dash, fool Politicin about this paper we gon keep gettin Mo rollies, more Jeeps, sittin, deep dishin Wishin, oh, one day, youre gon be sittin With Ak Father, makin moves out to San Quinten [Chorus: Cory Ak (Raekwon)] When we speak, niggaz listen like Evangelist (Known from New York, Philly to Los Angeles) With the Vibe Crack Entertainment back in this (Cory Ak and Raekwon, yo, imagine this) When we speak, niggaz listen like Evangelist (Known from New York, Philly to Los Angeles) With the 8th Ward and Cream Team back in this (Cory Ak and Raekwon, yo, imagine this) [Raekwon] Yo, framin well on, dunn be jailin on songs He run with five live killer whale cons Marketin, Jibar clothes on barkin Take it back, six-seven waves, shark skin three-twenty wagons, flaggin down dragons Grab him, he got his paper in his pocket, lets have him Benz seagal, Ezekial chapters, sneak previews at you, catch the moment like a statue Analyzin the figures, niggaz pull bigger Tradin in vigors, mascarade, paid niggaz Buenos dias, C.I, collect chicked casa Filas Yo, we own boats, rackin down 40 kilas [8th Ward #1] Yo, not tryin to blow, you fuckin with a bartender Bird with navigation, yall niggaz get lost, players The utmost, pretty young thugs that pack toast and aint afraid to cash the Filas and get close Somebody goin coast to coast like Van Andrews Throw that shit on the vegetables We got more bitches to cut thru Who you' I cant see you, yall cant see me cuz yall niggaz put on shows like WBs While my network aint nuttin but Terantino flicks You know' Guns, money, bitches and hot whips Hot shit, nothin less spitten by Ben Franklin and your girl bathe me with her rongue [8th Ward #2 - 'Teddy'] Yall niggaz cant ready for Teddy to hop out of the Chevy Two guns, four clips, chips in the Benzy Forty-inch, Cuban heavy, I been down Cant come up, shine from sundown to sun-up Some clownll run up, yappin his mouth Til Teddy pull out his six and smack in his mouth Fuck your car, catch Teddy, jackin your house Takin all your shit, plus kidnappin your spouse While your ass still sleepin in bed Havin wet dreams about how you plan on stoppin Ted Little light-skin nigga, about a buck sixty-seven High five-ten but I pack a mac-eleven [Chorus] [Outro: Raekwon (Cory Ak)] Yea, yea, yall know its real in the field (Imagine that) Fuck around and get your wig pealed (Ak Father, Raekwon) Yea, yall know the mothafuckin M.O. My nigga Ak (What' What') 8th Ward, carry ya sword (What, nigga' 8th Ward, you heard' Louis Rich Lex Leonardo Raekwon Diamonds (Uh, what' What') Let me tell yall fake-ass Yo, son, you know you the illest I aint even gonna say nothin no more Straight up, straight up Yo, check this out, huh' Im goin up the block, right' I dont wanna fuck with that thing right there Ima get up with you in a minute, kid Word up (Cream Team, nigga) Oh yeah, oh yeah (Chef Raekwon, nigga) Ill see you in a minute, kid Keep everything right (Uh, Big Mook, nigga) Yea, yea.. [fades] (Ak Father 2000! Mr Ak Father is back! [ Imagine This Lyrics ]
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