Представляем точный текст композиции "My Jacket" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Soulja Slim . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «My Jacket» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Soulja Slim передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Soulja Slim - "My Jacket"
Lyrics to My Jacket : You know how Im coming (uh huh) You know exactly how Im coming (Im telling you) It dont stop Shit dont stop [Chorus: repeat 2X] My jacket consist of Batteries on robberies, pistol charges, and murder I know Im the realest nigga ya heard of besides Pac Got niggaz screaming Soulja from the street to the cell block [Verse 1] You bitchu Soulja Slim and his committee is coming to getchu My mag 90 bullets hitchu and splitchu In half, let a bitch boy stab Wont last up against these motherfuckers that use to taking blood baths I been smoking blunts with the devil thats why my eyes are red as the fuck Now tell me do I look like the type that will be scared to bust' Well guess what' Im screaming out murder me and Im vest up Chest up Test nuts Watch up while I fletch ya You bitch made and Im self made Magnolia Calliope mag made I get through like a scale blade And Kunta Kinte your left leg I play surgeon and Ill be splurgin In anonymous nasty big bourbons Dont stunt dog Whatever I say Ill come witcha Ill come dog Ima get mine for the two Gs Take it for I say please I fuck with twirkers not the twirkees Put it long will give a nigga the herpes So I stay back, I mean way, yall didnt notice how I say that' Well motherfuck yall hated waving on three Gs laid back [Chorus] [Verse 2] As one time we was click tight What the fuck going on' I just come home my shit aint going right Everybody branching off doing they thang Some of em in the studio and some of em they slang Thats how it go I know this rap shit aint gone last forever So I stash cheddar for hard times flipping to make it better I can take ten Gs and make twenty more ten Gs with that Im from the 6 co circle where all the hustlers at You busters scaking from round me with all that junk claiming In ninety-five I ran on Tara Lane and bust a brain and Smokin blunts and snortin caine with my girl Big Ree Til I started spooking out thought a nigga was trying to kill me Nigga feel me [Chorus] [Verse 3] Picture lil daddy think he raw musta forgot Ima vet Crushing up his memory and then give him set for the flow of that I gotta way of making all real niggaz feel my pain Anymore player hating ass fake niggaz look at me strange Reverse the game, Fuck his head up leave him in the middle of the street Nigga shit aint tight enough to geep a G with me Actually, you dont even suppose to be in my presence So Ima ask you like a man, (shit) playboy get to stepping Now if you walk off with that look like you gone get your weapon And Ima do ya something for all that stuntin and reppin Now as the beat on for my flirters stop Til I make your drop it like its hot I can run some shit that will make you pussy pop Dont matter if you real or not Play my game and Ill cheat on ya Pull the rubber off and skeet on ya Haters slanging that shit pussy for me on the Magnolia street corner Yous a hoe nigga You I know nigga And I put that on all my 6 co fa sho niggaz Im X4L chief of the mag booyay Fuck what them niggaz doing tomorrow cause I doing my thang today Thats how Im living just game giving to make yall recognize I been doing this and I aint never took of my camouflage [Chorus] - 3X [ My Jacket Lyrics ]
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