Представляем точный текст композиции "Nonstop" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Jugga The Bully . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Nonstop» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Jugga The Bully передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Jugga The Bully - "Nonstop"
Lyrics to Nonstop : Jugga the Bully, Atlantis like... Split the optimo, crumble the bud, and get high Like to shuttle the bud, get up in the tunnel of love She wanna cuddle and hug, go dancing, baby cut a little rug All the shorties wanna bubble wit Juggs, doublin up Their man run up, he getting bust in the mud Do you really wanna rumble wit a thug' Im leavin Emcees flat and in a puddle of blood Gotcha all crew huddling up, get ya strategy straight Its a tragedy for your anatomy, if ya battle me Call the cavalry first, cause if ya spit a verse after me Catastrophe is your fate, and Im a rapper like a salary Got no mentality, cant shake it, cant fake it Keep it real like the old clich', then again like Goldie say Your girl chose me, your just a prot'g', be on your way We cant afford to hate, we all in the same game We just play for different squads But you beatin me thats distant odds While you rehearse and run it through 3 or 4 different bars If your listenin God, all I want is tracks to crush Gats to bust, and a wife wit a fat ass to cut, plus Some grass to puff, thats enough, oh yeah Can I make it without crashin my truck' Shit, I promise if thats my luck, you get your ten points(baby) I aint hatin on your divinity Im just tryin to be the best I can be Got me sufferin anxiety, little sobriety Not enough variety, eat, doo-doo, sleep, cut, write rhymes Eat, doo-doo, sleep, cut, things are all the same Despite all the dames who call my name It aint nothing, unless I make it to the rap hall of fame Me lose, yall the same Me and my fort got it locked like prison doors Im that fat man your chick adores If you aint getting yours, it aint my fault, this is war Dont be mad, a matter fact hit the floor Im the difference between rich and poor, make a transition Give me all your jewels and the money you got Sunny or not, runnin ya block, Juggas in charge Stop frontin like your something your not If you really got beef then Im dumpin the glock (Im shot) Dude, your Teflon vest is swiss Im the best at this, perfectionist, ya next to get this Im deadly like Asbestoses to kids Wanna battle get some references Ill lift styles beat ya with your own flow Shang-solom, Brahma the Bull Kill ya soft wit the comical jokes Kiss my ass, of a little man is optional Lock and load, I gotta explode The Bully, on a mission in ninety-nine Workin out to improve condition And position of my joints to blow Leavin haters trembling, looking feminine When Im bendin them, who face you grinning in Juggs great like relevance, all ya see is Timberland trees What goes around comes around feel the pendulum breeze Then watch me spread through yall, like Jamal Instantly, intimately, chickens givin me love Like Wimbledons referees take it or leave Folk you fake like Make believe Ya whole image cosmetic call ya Mabeline Hotter if ya plan to reckon the cream Wake up from ya dream, Rip Winkle Juggernaut shoot ' like Kris Kringle, makin shit tingle Make her tits jingle more then earrings Hit it all night, pull out my tip wrinkle Material for my next hit single I shouldnt be like this, but the chicks mingle And when you freak tight chicks all day Its kinda hard to be humble When they party with Jugga Im diggin so deep they leavin wit their arteries jumbled When they jab, bet they probably stumbled Choking and coughin, cause they swallowed me like some gumbo Cupid keeps hittin these broads wit the archery bundles Follow me like Colombo, when you comin over Juggs' Hey maybe tomorrow I mumble! With no intentions on stroking the chicken With or without your permission, my flow rippin on the mic No contingent like the Dirty Bird Id, ah, own the division Oh, and did I mention the fact that, Im the fat cat In the black strap wit the gat packed Snuggly in the leather knapsack and if I gotta clap that Best believe youll hear the clack-clack Plus ya getcha back cracked or get rocked over the phat track >From the beat after I smoked it Couple of blows to ya grill, leave ya smile crooked If ya got beef Ill cook it Serve it to you on a plate, no debate Just ask the crowd who took it Bet they say the Bully blowed it Buzzin since the day Goodie voted Juggernaut fully reloaded Tilt with one in the chamber, hand triggered Even got my nigga Riggs at the Source sayin shouldnt we quote it Nonstop [x9] [ Nonstop Lyrics ]
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