Представляем точный текст композиции "Old School Mouse" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Joe Budden . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Old School Mouse» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Joe Budden передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Joe Budden - "Old School Mouse"
Lyrics to Old School Mouse : You now listenin to a different type of boss Abstract, they cut him from a different type of clothe Jers say that mouths want a different type of soft Only started when I was lookin at different type of lofts Told em, Im a don, show me somethin with a pool next I need four bathrooms, it aint gotta be a duplex White tee, boots yes, see em in a suit next Or somethin European shirt lookin like a two X Runnin for the ball like Im Plaxico Burress Or in Cancun breakin a back on a brunette Gimmicks down pat like they rehearse that much I dont response to a sublime, it aint hurt that much Yea I scream out Jers that much Cause these other dudes fightin for New York like its worth that much And these sitcom niggaz caress and hold bitches To them they golden girls, to me, they old bitches Chicks lookin at G-Ucons lookin to cheat you Owe a nigga money, you know he lookin to see you! Niggaz lookin to beat you Fiend treat the hood like its Saw part two, cause they just lookin for needles I wake up grateful that Im breathin first Cause dudesll kill you, they dont need a reason first! These niggazll still hit em They know the hood is too poor to hire CSI, and Gil Grissom Nowadays, gotta keep a blue steel wit em I know about snakes, cause I used to deal wit em Used to give my heart, used to rob, steal, wit em Let em meet mom, share my last meal wit em To rap now, you aint gotta have skill wit em Just appeal...witta lil bit a rhythm A dude has that and ready to attack yall You gotta kiss ass or else you get blackballed If you dont like niggaz, still give em dap yall I swear to God this hip hop shit is a trap yall I dont even remember how I used to act yall Something wrong wit the math, I know I can add yall I came out screamin Desert Storm everyday And soon as I stop, he dont wanna play Stacks sayin what you did for Clue, shit I just laced it I didnt even know that dude was doin his tape, shiiiitt He dont want the fame no more, its fuckin wit me Dont hear Reasonable Doubt the same more I cant listen to Blueprint (Naaw!) Got a resentment toward Hov, tryin to hate on em, throwin in my two cent They say dont bite the hand that feeds you Even if I wanted to, I cant, no teeth to Dont get me wrong, I still got love for Clue and Hov But they both rich, so what that gotta do wit Joe'! I gotta bring home food for Joe...Trey that is... Like, fuck why I say that shit'! See, girl why you take that shit, but its just how I feel, so naw, dont erase that shit Child supports a bitch, but I take care of mine But the Lord just say I aint there for mine And the judge I look at (what about') Dont wanna hear, nor do he understand that things got pushed back Im sittin here with all this anger, stop me Hes like what about this thing called a Gangsta Party' Must think I live life like its a Gangsta Party! Im 10 seconds away from a gangsta robbery, nigga!! No four leaf clover, I cant luck up Feel like removin the seeds and gettin fucked up Feelin quick temper, somebody bound to get fucked up I feel like everyone around mes a fuck up Ratchet on me, Im screamin out What What Bout to live life like my last bucks up I aint got time to run around stuck up Not when I just seen a group of niggaz gettin stuck up So you damn right, Im on my grind Look like some shit is on my mind niggaz Need to talk, but nobody to turn to So I go to horoscopes in the Jersey Journal Its always somethin bad, I dont know why I read it Then I play it off, its fake, I dont believe it! Smoking like two packs a day Still got about five cartridges stashed away And thats just were Im at today Ill be in a better place if I just pass away (Sike!) Just hop in the casket and lay Thats old school mouse, move on, put the past away [ Old School Mouse Lyrics ]
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