Представляем точный текст композиции "Pistol Grip" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Field Mob . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Pistol Grip» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Field Mob передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Field Mob - "Pistol Grip"
Lyrics to Pistol Grip : [Verse 1 - Chevy P aka Smoke] Nowadays girls and boys wanna lick me Her put her tongue on me him pull his gun onme I wont let em get me I stay strapped In case I try to stick her and he try to stick me So Im... packin my magnums In case I gotta blast one The only time Im leakin out my head is when Im sweatin You aint gon have me layin dead in my Chevy I worked hard for my rings shades and bracelet He left dead came to take it brains eraded He bled red stains in pavement His crane split slain he lay stiff.. think about it... Before you make that move this be ya warning Hes ready to be squeezed like an orange Bullets penetrate ya (bleedin like menustration) Ima empty out (more shells) than in (Run-D.M.C.s) closet [Hook - Chevy P aka Smoke] I got my.. Pistol grip on the side of me And aint no bitch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me I got my heater in my lap Im squeezin on my strap Try me youll bleed I let it rip empty the clip Run up youll die in these streets [Verse 2 - Shawn Jay] Shawn Jay known to rip a instrumental You can bleed like I wrote pen but this one in a pencil Starvin artist I paint a picture Way I (touch Os) everyday for me like a game of (Twister) Achievement say Im a legend Ghetto bitches be wishin they could spend a day in my presence Im stackin plenty dough I stay on cloud nine Like 2Pac in "I Aint Mad At Cha" video Now start with me Ima target ya click The (Scope) I got aint the type you (gargle and spit) It sit on top of the fifth small semis and 4-4s Heatll leave a enemy so cold Thirty feet away with one eye squinted You look like the man on the fuckin Public Enemy logo First nigga start shit Watch the tech spray a flame like a airbrush artist [Hook] [Verse 3 - Chevy P aka Smoke] Shiit.. Ill die for mine you aint gon take it wit ease You better go (jack monterey) for his (cheese) You run up on me in my 745 Beamer You catch 7 shots from my 45... eat em In my lap is where the heats kept I ride strapped and I aint talkin about no seatbelts When I pull shoot and blast Im aimin at cha head To make sure you dead you better wear a bullsetproof mask [Shawn Jay] Its no secret I keep the nina It sit soul/sole food like sneaker cleaner I sell those pies I tell no lies Cookies same size as Tickle-Me-Elmos eyes You dont know no dirt Ill put a hole through the head of the horse in ya polo shirt Like a nerd in a science fair hang around projects Bluck! when I stop by [Hook - 2X] [ Pistol Grip Lyrics ]
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