Представляем точный текст композиции "Jackin 4 Beats" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Sly Boogy . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Jackin 4 Beats» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Sly Boogy передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Sly Boogy - "Jackin 4 Beats"
Lyrics to Jackin 4 Beats : [Sly Boogy talkin] uh, yea, cmon we finna give it to ya Sly Boogy, baby King Tech, baby urban legends ha, check it out [Sly Boogy] ah, yes yes yall Im finna bless yall Im Sly Boogy and I be reppin the west yall nevertheless yall I gotta 'SASH' yall Im finna light it up and take it to the chest yall yea we movin in like the cavity creeps bumpin yo teeth while we sceamin and we jackin for beats strappin the heat you can bang it in your lack of your jeep when you travel indeed we bringin it back to the streets baby we finna give it to ya ITS SLYYYY BOOGY! the main man wit the masterplan I take a brewskie to the neck and then I smash the can if you disrespect my fam when Im up in the jam you can recieve a pimpslap wit the back of the hand you cant touch me no matter where you stand even wit an armspan as long as plastic man battlin me could be drastic man its like havin diarrhoea in a traffic jam gettin gaffled up wit the half a gram on a credit card scam in the back of the fan wit no tags I bust a cap and watch you scram runnin like the Taliban in Afghanistan poppin my collar like a daper dan flossin the latest swapmeet fashion brand when I smash Ima tap that ass as if Im cockin the hammer back and I blast so watch what you say to me, punk cuz I got what it takes to smash and straight dump yea you better watch what you say to me, nigga cuz I got what it takes to pull the damn trigger its out the system to rip this shit you can slip into the grip of a fish and get bit you can trip and get yo wig split when I pop this clip and let the 4-5 spit straight from the hip wit six clips I pimps this gift and twist and flip shit Ima split this bricks so we can twist this spliff and make you pop like the clutch on your stickshift slappin bones, Im slammin the big six stick into yo hips like milk and biscuits yea when I smash on swiff like zip this cuz all I wanna do is get rich and sip cris but for now just pass the courvoisier lemme get a fast swig of that alizee I just want a little sip of the tanqueray so I can get my wig so wet cuz I came to play I got the blunts and the drinks is crispy frolicin in the jam like a frisky grizzly sippin on hennessey and tennessey whiskey when I finish sippin Im finna be pissy tipsy like Ja Rule I be livin it up wit King Tech in the cut we be flippin it up like yo, check the delivery yo, check the delivery yo, check the delivery turn it up if ya feelin me and peep the last piece of this poetical soliloquy yea Sly Boogy wit the elegant delivery comin lyricly strapped wit artillery stackin my chips to ball and livin imaculant and ghetto fabolous while Im puffin the finest cannibis mad woozy off the kron-dooky when I exhale blow smoke like God-zooky curb servin like Im slangin bomb cola the bomb doja got me floatin like a gondola dirty as Black Eyed Peas and hot Oprah but now its time to go, my rhymes over yo, check the delivery yo, check the delivery yo, check the delivery [ Jackin 4 Beats Lyrics ]
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