Представляем точный текст композиции "Outro" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Baby Bash . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Outro» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Baby Bash передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Baby Bash - "Outro"
Lyrics to Outro : (feat. Butch Cassidy, Don Cisco, Nino Brown, Russell Lee, Mr. Kee) [Mr. Kee:] Yeah Hustlers theme Worldwide Come on [Hook: Mr. Kee] All money aint good money Stack your chips Let it flip like some hood money Cock them rims Let em spin on them haters, man And all the players Worldwide, do your thug thang (The hustlers theme) All money aint good money Stack your chips Let it flip like some hood money Cock them rims Let em spin on them haters, man And all the players Worldwide, do your thug thang [Pre-Verse: Baby Bash] I take a slow beat (Slow beat) And spit a hard rap (Hard rap) Pobre, I aint retarded, you know we off that (Off that) From the west, my brother, to the east Back down To the diggy dirty for sherzy (What the feezy') [Pre-Verse] [Verse 1: Baby Bash] Now I walk around like I got a rock in my sock When its just a limb, from this money right in my pocket Pimp I know you smell it cause its gettin you naucious Cause the shit Im layin on this track is Brown as the Foxys Im the done dealer Don Dadda, fresh out of Guatemala Some say, "Bash, you the shit" In Spanish, Im the dada Its the million dollar Mexi, the mack, God he done bless me Girls wanna caress me, like Im Elvis Presley [Chorus: Russell Lee] It dont stop Straight to the top til the game lock You know I gotta rep for my hood and my block Stackin up my bread, make me stand a little taller Collectin my winnings without punching no glocks The games gettin hard, so I gotta get smarter Watching out for cops, cause my homies got knocked Drought seas in our cheer, but my pockets aint starvin Thats why I stay chargin You know we wont stop [Verse 2: Don Cisco] This is for my heavyweighters Pullin strings like elevators Where my ops in full swing, Ill be standing on top of skyscrapers Seventy stories or more Eventually the publicll Know my story, fa sho Make a household Name out of Don Cisco Go from a hustler Born and grind, tryin to find some dough To the billion dollar Boy club Mexicali thug style I got Money to get back, Im fresh off the drug drought FEDs couldnt stop me, head shots didnt pop me Wouldnt lock, never got me, Im the same player, still cocky Bossed out Hoppin out of the drought Lookin flossed out, everything chopped, even the crop Believe Im the don, listen, everything Im breathing on Represent west side til the rider in mes dead and gone Me and Bash do things Butch Cassidy, sing Let em know its all know, the cash prestine Come on [Bridge: Butch Cassidy] Aint nobody gonna stop me now Im gonna do everything I can And aint nobody gonna stop my flow You gonna hear me from coast to coast But Somebodys gonna make me mad And Im a take everything they have So put it all in the past And do it so quick, so fast [Hook] [Verse 3: Nino Brown] Homeboy I got the grid locked That good yatch, gone breezes And they serve rock Some motherfuckers cant caught blocks Trey hop Roley bezel for you got swapped You like spider monkey, Nino Browns sasquatch Them little haters, they be tickling me Brush em off, like the dust, on my Stacy, homie Once again, its that motherfuckin Mexican with attitude Paid my dues Steady, grindin through the avenues Dogder blue, homie The city that I represent Los Scandulous, city where my homies did Fuck a fed Keep em Presidential stacked up Hear what I said, little soldiers gettin taxed up Back the fuck up, move, biotch Get out the way You know the set, holmes And my A. stompin Walkin in my big brown boots Flossin Stankin eagle, thats my roots Motherfucker [Chorus] [Verse 4: Mr. Kee] Now put your money where your mouth is, anybody who doubt this Wherever you see the westside, thats probably where the south is United like a gang truce, khakis pants and house shoes But out in the Yay, its throwbacks, beanies and bulletproof Spinners in their mouthpiece, heat up, and the old school Funk jump, no questions asked, ride like we supposed to Up in my city, see the bridge and the fall Know where the place on earth to be, than where this real turn off Im smashing off a side show, but money must come first This aint no overnight choice, Im been a hustler since birth They call me Mr. Kee, the Latin boss Latin king, Latin don Spittin like the Latin play, tryin to put his Latins on And they say money is the root of all evil But there aint nothing in this world to make me cross up my people I swear to God, Ill be a soldier til Im six in the dirt My Henny bottle in my casket and a fist full of words The hustlers theme [Chorus] [ Outro Lyrics ]
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