Представляем точный текст композиции "Macosa" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Young Zee . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Macosa» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Young Zee передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Young Zee - "Macosa"
Lyrics to Macosa : (feat. Outsidaz) [Young Zee] [Talking] Im allowed to fuck up whenever... whenever I want... This the Outhouse... yeah JUH! lemme smoke detroit! FUCK! Lemme smoke a joint first... Here, Pace... [verse 1-Young Zee] 95% of all yall rappers butt And yall ride dick so much yall gon make me nuts Youll get your jaw clocked, Ill drag your ass for four blocks Dunk your head in Clorox, use your dreads for my floor mop Gay or straight, my Papermatell do a date rape Zee cant wait, Ill go Great Bank on a blank tape Lost like Spigg Nice, stick you for your thick ice Good to hit twice fore you catch me usin trick dice Go to parole off of two in stolen wheels My colon holdin pills, fuck takin some Golden Seal I smoke leaky and black like BET And fuck hoes raw dog til my balls catch VD Mess with us, straight up, yall better bust Im the one youll never dust, its still the same as it ever was Ill leave the crowd in a Coupe with white walls And scream, "If yall aint Outz then yall could ride my balls!" Beef with us you might just catch a black eye And ride for your crispy 850-I I fuck with them drugs cuz it gets me high Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa Been doin this rap shit since 85 Then Clef put me down with the Fugee-la Its only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie [Chrous: Young Zee] Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa [verse 2: Slang Ton] Yo, all the boys in the lobby get needles filled with poison ivy Put em in the hospital and give em a poison IV My crew get high much off brew and Thai skunk It makes my style off the wall like suicide jumps We sip lots of liq shots It makes my hip-hop fat as your lip got when I kickboxed with flip-flops And give a disk jockey six copies of this floppy Shit I be dyin for is your piece of shit hobby' You borin like Oran Dice, Im more than hype Bungee jumpin with cordless mics, for tourists sites Ton Slanga, Im dopin, pills and cokin Lung cancer in my throat and still smokin [Az-izz] Now, when your partner die, who got the right To do the homicide and you shot the guy' And when yous bout to cry who got you high' Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa Ill blast the guy that dont pass the lye Leave him paralized and agonized Fellas, grab the thighs thats by your side Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa [Chrous: D.U.] Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco [verse 3: Pace Won] Wanna live this Outsida business Blunt splitters, all that Multiple musical contracts to fallback... On... set like I was Liu Kang for Kombat... Armed like Emmit when I rush crews More hardcore than DMC and Krush Groove Dont need hands to touch you Mr. Perfect, the one you want to rap like The name rap fiends have in their mouth like a crack pipe Slap the fuck out you, remember us Im the man your father never was, or couldve been Maybe if they passed out weed in high school, I wouldve went Got it down, yo Even if you sing like Brownstone you couldnt "Take The Crown Home" Try to call me out and get the dial tone Pace Woner, dickin 5-0 in a stolen gray Hummer [Eminem] Me and Pace had to flee in haste from bein chased For some E & Js we boosted out of some Korean place I get drunk and hang-glide off of St. Ides And spray-paint the plain sides of all the subway train rides I got a pitbull that eats sheep and spits wool And chews on human body tissue til its stomach gets full Skip school, barely went to class, thinkin shits cool Hid a loaded pistol under this retarded kids stool I had a dream I blew up with half a mil sold And still stole a credit card, a purse, and someones billfold Im from the city where the weathers always real cold And chill mode can turn into somebody gettin steel-toed We be hangin on the block til dawn Stayin spaced out like Dr. Octagon Feelin for the beats like they Chaka Khan Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa Pace Won, Slang Ton, and Yah Young Zee, Az-Izz, D.U., and muah Bizarre Kid, Loon One and Rah Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa [Young Zee] Beef with us you might just catch a black eye And ride for your crispy 850-I We fuck with them drugs cuz it gets us high Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa Been doin this rap shit since 85 Then Clef put me down with the Fugee-la Its only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie [Chrous: Young Zee] Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa Mama-se, Ma-sa, Macosa Mama-mama-mama-mama-macosa [ Macosa Lyrics ]
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