Представляем точный текст композиции "No Rest For The Wicked" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cypress Hill . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «No Rest For The Wicked» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cypress Hill передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cypress Hill - "No Rest For The Wicked"
Lyrics to No Rest For The Wicked : ...Yo Muggs, make it rough. So many fools swingin from my sack, Lets talk about the one who had my back! Down in the west coast, so lemme kick it To the motherfucker who calls himself wicked! No rest, no peace! No sleep, Doughboy rolling down the hill cause its so steep! Jackson... lemme figure out the name, Jack cause you be stealing other niggaz game! But Im the wrong nigga you wanna fuck with On my dick so hard, now ya wanna suck it! Go on the head, gobble up the nuts, Get your lips ready & tear this motherfucker up! Talk about Ezy, correct yourself. Cube, better step back & check yourself! Hmmm... lets talk about this First solo album on the east coast dick! The east coast niggaz all showed ya love, Especially the one known as King Sun! He tried to warn us niggaz aboutcha But nobody would listen, even started dissin Two albums later, you callin my crew, All because ya wannabe Cypress Cube! Shoulda known you couldnt hang in the alley, Good boy went to school out in the valley. Fuck it, lemme make this understood, Speakin on mamas little Boy N Da Hood! No Vaseline, Just a rope & a chair & gasoline! Lench Mob is a friend of mine, But you talk about them niggaz from behind. You know what the Hossack(sp) is, OShea' A motherfucking pig that dont fly straight! Where ya gonna run to' Where ya gonna hide' Taadow! Look at whos running outside! Natural Born Bullshitta! Lemme hitcha With a dose of reality when I get witcha! Your homie...'''''''''''''''''''' Put a pipe on the cover, even though you dont smoke Buddha! Let me take you down under on a plane Where everybody was going insane! Took a look at the Real one, AFRO COMB! Next morning you didnt have yours on. How many ways will you bite my shit' Wouldja wet me or start throwing up a set' Caution, when you enter the zone, Never used to bang til you heard the microphone! I got Cube melting in a Tray, Pulling up his card & fucking up his good day! Unoriginal rap veteran... The nigga who say he dont steal from his friends! Dont trust that nigga named OShea, FUCKIM, and send him on his way. Happy singalongs! [ No Rest For The Wicked Lyrics ]
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