Представляем точный текст композиции "Pop U" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Juvenile . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Pop U» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Juvenile передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Juvenile - "Pop U"
Lyrics to Pop U : (feat. Fat Joe, Ludacris) [Click Clack] Alright [Sampled from "Whats Up" by Juvenile & the UTP Playaz played throughout song] [Chorus] You gon make me clock you Ima have to pop you You gon make me pop you Ima have to pop you You gon make me pop you Ima have to pop you You gon make me pop you Ima have to pop you [Juvenile] Who that nigga is What that nigga claim Juve wild magnolia Its an uptown thing Soulja watchin over me So Ima let it rain Just give me the weed, the mic And Ima let it off the chain Yall actin like, that nigga lost it I aint have no money now Im back, what the cost is (') on my wrist lookin gooey These aint Birdmans These is real Guccis Turn around the corner Motherfucker tryin to sue me Talkin shit to me so I can hit him with a two-piece Where he rock, where he roll where he got control Me and my mans and them get the brains out these hoes If she can dance, then she can romance nice and slow Be in a trance like it was your mans pipe in the hole Ive been sippin a little somethin Just stop servin the game It feel good to be an OG Im deservin it mayne [Hook] Im the nigga nigga The nigga nigga the nigga The nigga nigga Ju-a-vey Im the nigga nigga The nigga the nigga nigga The nigga nigga nigga Ju-a-vey [Chorus] [Ludacris] Now aint no tellin where I might be (Nope!) Cause theres a million other creeps Prancin around these streets lookin like me Call them my stunt doubles So if you think you hit Luda with the rueger Im up in Cuba blowin blunt bubbles On the double, lookin for trouble we staarted The eye on my gat is cocked its retaarted Im sippin lean, smokin green, and Im so hot I told machines people call me +I Robot+ Bang to the boogey boogey bang bang Let my little partner borrow my necklace And hit bitches with the same chain Its not computer love (Nope!) Im gettin great brain Got a hard drive But they blow me out my mainframe Now how you like that' I got your momma pitchin quarters On the corner gettin cornered And come right back Im makin tight stacks (Yeah!) So if it aint Juve or Luda Then can it nigga, we dont even like rap! [Hook] [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Got the Mack in the grass And the nine in the dumpster Duck when they pass One time wanna dump ya Hunger What I got in my veins Take shots from the Henny Just to straighten my aim Now, I raise my middle finger (Fuck the World!) And them donuts in that car better make ya hurl Yea, Im bout my paper mayne Im fully loaded like them niggaz in Jamaica mayne I know you know This is Crack And hes back And you mad Cause we diiid And they Yack-ity Yak In the sack when we slid in (Yeah!) Mommy shakin they ass She want some big bills Tip drill, she wants a tip drill (Thats it!) Its ya nigga crack Live with some fresh cut Side of the highway Ridin thats the best fuck And you can keep them hotel keys Cause we gon fuck these bitches Wherever we please [Hook] [Chorus] [ Pop U Lyrics ]
Содержание трека помогает не только запомнить любимые строки, но и ощутить связь с Juvenile. Возможно, вы заметите, как лирика «Pop U» перекликается с вашим опытом, или найдёте ответы на давние вопросы. Эта страница создана для ценителей музыки: здесь вы сохраните текст для личного использования, поделитесь им с друзьями или используете в творчестве. Погружайтесь в мир слов композиции «Pop U» — каждая строчка здесь обретает новый смысл.