Представляем точный текст композиции "My Prerogative" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Solomon Childs . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «My Prerogative» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Solomon Childs передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Solomon Childs - "My Prerogative"
Lyrics to My Prerogative : [Intro: Solomon Childs] Word' Come on, man This is it.. this for the thugs.. Yeah... you know' Like I hold New York, I got nothing but ransom Im in it for the takeover, you feel me' Listen [Solomon Childs] This for niggaz round the way still pushing cookies The World of Shaolin, Ken Griffey at the plate, rookie You niggaz hood rat pussy, pardon me, Allah Shit, Im still in the struggle, my team known For holding nine milli, gettin round the way millies Octopuss, gambling in the state New York Daddy old school, son, hold my dick when I walk And I cram to understand, why brothers, dont be maxing You two thousand niggaz is lucky, 89 stick-up niggaz Started relaxing, code of the streets Winter time, North Faces silent with the Smith & Wesson Im taught, no more adolescents, this is how the hood sound When we cry, a wise God told me Milk slows down the high, bull room therapy We locked in, I drop songs, that keep thugs guns coughing If we was mobsters, youd be the one getting hit up If we was pitbulls, youd be the one getting bit up Bitch, youd get smacked up, for being out of line, kid We left em blinded, fuck a rap deal, forever be criminal minded Living my life, yall talk what ya wanna talk, Imma live my life [Chorus: Solomon Childs] Everybody talking, all the stuff about me Why cant they just let me live' I dont need permission, make my own decisions Thats my prerogative [Solomon Childs] This is real life, Im giving New York, my real life I got guns that split kitchen Got more coke head friends than Todd Bridges This for the holes in my mommas socks Listen, this rap shit dont work Imma return to criminal plots This is tug-of-war, I hope the time stop This be the 25 to life in Comstock Four kids, who trynna die broke' Id rather see the gunsmoke, you jealous bitches This is ghetto life, who trynna play me' Rhymes will put you on the block with me You cant hear Im hungry, the mottos, by another means necessary You get the money, and not for nothing My baby mothers, think Im some kinda dummy Like Imma blow a nigga, get half of some kinda money Thats right, its all about me [Chorus] [Outro: Solomon Childs] This is what a thug about... My hood... Body Brighton Yeah... [ My Prerogative Lyrics ]
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