Представляем точный текст композиции "More Crime" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cormega . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «More Crime» — 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 - "More Crime"
Lyrics to More Crime : (feat. The Jacka) [Jacka talking] Feelin the pain baby You know what Im sayin' You want some of that pain Super Silver haze Some of that purple stuff Purple boy [Jacka] Smokin a stick of that Barney But not the purple dinosaur That shit that niggaz dyin for Shit my niggaz ridin on Sav wit the windows up See the smoke pour out Soon as I open the door Soon as I go to the store Voices like "Whoa! Who got it'" "You know who got it nigga." Summertime comin up Cant breathe without it Bring the Hpnotiq Bring the heam Mix that shit that turn green Now break down the purple Its softly rough Milwaukee Bucks Im from the place where they grow that stuff You got your girl in the clutch Just give me a light Ill take that bitch If she aint give me head all night [Chorus x2] Sellin dope is cool But rap is on my mind Its hard to do them both And get my bread at the same time High as fuck off purple Man Im out my mind Gotta grab my strap Boy its time to do some more crime [Jacka] And all my hoes say "Jack, youre my soul inspiration" Even though your soul crack across the nation" Caught the cases kept me quiet like meditation I say "baby Im just really wastin A lot of breath on you for the sport You think Im nice but thats really not me I live the that you never gon see Niggaz fight, they dont war like me Its the last of my kind Theres no more like me Trynna make it on the street Is like swimmin through the sea Trynna make it to the other side of life" My young nigga say he tired of life And now realize he addicted to the white Got sucked up by the war Trynna make things right, right He said [echoes] "Its rainin outside and the difference between Us is a white bus wit cages inside When I come home Still face the cop cars wit gauges inside Yo on the real its yo rap is what kept me alive" [Chorus x2] [Jacka] He said [echoes] "How could I change I dont know shit War on the streets niggaz trippin over old shit Fuck it make the coke flip Im a drug dealer but my father is a cold pimp It look good but aint cool like cold shrimp" Back in the bay Allah who Akbar didnt understand what he meant Didnt force it on me for that He and my closest homie All my dean Im in the life of crime Allah is always on my mind All the filth, all the crime I see straight through it There the hood go Lets scrape through it Gotta be a real nigga just to make music where Im from nigga Sellin dope is cool But rap is on my mind Sellin dope is cool But rap is on my mind Its hard to do them both And get my bread at the same time Its hard to do them both And get my bread at the same time [Chorus x2] [ More Crime Lyrics ]
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