Представляем точный текст композиции "Men Of Respect" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Kacino . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Men Of Respect» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Kacino передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Kacino - "Men Of Respect"
Lyrics to Men Of Respect : (feat. The L.O.X.) [Intro: Sheek Luchion] Yeah, what the deal. This is what yall niggaz been waiting for' This is what been waiting for huh' That Kasino shit. L.O.X. shit. Oh my God. Flex gonna pump this. Clue gonna pump this. Angie Martinez gonna pump this. Ahhh, oh. [Verse One: Sheek Luchion] Yo I dont toss it when I pop, I just run up in the spot Pour acid on my glock and start burying the pot In the back yard, used to have the dead dog I stuffed with Gs Tell the cops that he died from fleas That shit was well planned, but I know when it happens When the shit hits the fan, and that nigga be your man And get caught red hand with a half a pelican What do you do' Dont stall Spring him and buy more Its the code of the streets If your belly aint the beast And you aint hungry for this cake How much you expect to make' When I was young I threw parties and had food fights at school Whoever came and made it there fresh was cool So that taught me I started stealing deans walkie-talkies Five cent a chip The next month, bought a whip Something like, Lucy or Rex, next thing you know Im getting sex from 9th and up, thats living it up Not Donald Trump but what, buying pies for the class Fifteen buying Hydro in glass Way back when Only drinking Gin Now Im a Hennessey man, I dealt with many hoes Used to pump my fist with Arsenio Player hating niggaz that used to rap in all the videos That needed to be me My click needed to be G All up in the game, with bitches riding our train And Im pretty sure my nigga Kasino feeling the same [Verse Two: Kasino] Ayo you cant tell me nothing about doing dirt Sitting up, six months in the spot, on the block, losing work I been there, any part of the game you name I done did it, even after Sledge runs in it I done copped out, blew trial, done my whole sentence Went from no dough, til the point when the dough dont grow Got too big for them little whips, the door wont close Got the big truck, bent up, all over the road Remember little Keith, from P.S. 93 with his brothers clothes Went from hand me downs, but yall hear me now Dont forget that Im sober when yall staring me down Got a team of hungry niggaz, thats my family now And they get down, theres no lace wearing their browns Went from spitting hot lyrics, to spitting a round And yo I promise not to act funny Loyalty to all them niggaz who react for me Handle my gats funny, but for this rap money I was three cars deep, and this my pack money Eating and learning to act hungry From South Cat country, hustling cane Im like Denzel with a Benzel, he got game [Verse Three: Styles Paniro] I swear if I die, dont you dare send me flowers If you aint a friend of ours Sucker, they call me S. P. I dont blend with cowards I spit Heroin, make yall niggaz pure dope heads Like Tony when he went to kill Frank Lopez Top of the world Gun cocked, cocking your girl Blowing the steam Feels good fulfilling your dream Using your head, while yall niggaz losing your bread Watching the snakes in the garden and Ill watch yall dead Whether Im living or dying, got em rough riding Leave with two bitches 100 Gs plus iron Styles spits the shit thatll have niggaz crying Telling your man what I said, fucking with Dreads In the 500 Im blunted, most wanted by Feds Lock me up, your little ass copied up Had the whole East Side looking poppied up Hop in the Porsche Cranberry frosty sauce Deep dish 18s Out of state play things Ten niggaz behind me, we all racing Eleven left hands with them platinum face things Busting a left, about the get the truck with the checks Sending you death for fucking with the Men of Respect [Verse Four: Jadakiss] Yall think yall getting a dime of this rap money, you crazy Im hungry and I cant pump no more, Im lazy I never did like you, I really dont know you And just because I give you a dap, Ill still blow you Listen here, we just gonna make one thing clear You gonna lose two of your mans a month, for a year Yeah I seen ill niggaz slide off broke Thats why I got incorporated, now I write off coke Burning the hash, keep money, learning the stash My credit is great, but I buy burners with cash Im the nigga thatll come through and light up an ounce Yall the faggots thatll talk about me as soon as I bounce All your men are hating me, four door Inf. off white With the nickels, the chip, and the clear lights I bear right, bust a U, then hop out with the pump And make all them niggaz empty all their shit in the trunk Jadakiss in the top 5, dead or alive Spit bees at a nigga, thatll give him the hives Whenever you hear me, itll be the flow of the night Just gimme a light, and lower the Mic I swear to God, have everybody saying Im the MC of their choice Then theyll remember it was me, raspy voice Got Clive D, Lyor and Tommy Trying to buy me I dont wanna talk, all yall do is send me a check L.O.X. and Kasino be the Men of Respect [Chorus: all] Men of Respect, steal the work, kill the connect You look dry so we leaving you wet I dont care if Im sentenced to death Ima still get dough til my very last breat [ Men Of Respect Lyrics ]
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