Представляем точный текст композиции "Pour Wax" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Jim Jones . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Pour Wax» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Jim Jones передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Jim Jones - "Pour Wax"
Lyrics to Pour Wax : (feat. Hell Rell) [Jim Jones:] Youre reign on the top, short like Leprechauns I came through in drops, Porches and heavy charms I came from the block, the slums wit ex-cons And we aimin them glocks of course ready to bomb Now I done seen a Custy cop four pies of the same gear Also seen a nigga cop four rides in the same year This concrete jungle, no trees to swing from This weed and gettin drunk and heaters gettin dumped Hit the highway nigga kis up in the trunk Back up in the city with some skeezas in the trunk I aint a player but I do my dirt dog Drop top Cedes better move when it merk off It got me swingin to the left lane Plus a nigga caughin cause the haze give me chest pain Yes motha fucka the boys is back With my vest and Im tucked up with my boys in back [Chorus: Jim Jones] You dont want it with them niggaz While you niggaz steady bitching my niggaz gettin richer You mad cause we ballin Bet you mad cause we scorin If he get out of line put his punk ass in a coffin Nigga we a ragime, Byrdgang we the truth Keep a foriegn sedan or swirvin in the coupe Oakwood in the interior, swade on the roof Now shoot, [Bang, Bang] shoot [Bang, Bang] [Hell Rell:] Aw man Hell Rell, he on the same bullshit agiain Same black hoody{Yup}, same fo fifth again Bithes stopped likin me but now they on my dick again Seen me in the Ashton with my glistinin Yea Im bustin off the chrome Yea Im bout to off your dome Kill the mother and the father, kids go to foster homes Yea I like to floss the chrome, nigga leave the boss alone See my neck and my wrist, Im rockin what it costs for homes Homie they dont call me ruger for nothing Back out on theese bitch niggaz get that ruger to dumpin Dont run up on me nigga you know I stay with it Gd up from the beef and brocks to the Oakland As fitted Thats the bottom to the top, its in the bottom of the pot I got it white, I got it tan, its either you copin or you not Nigga jets is pullin off and you stuck in the current D.I.P., B.G., fuck what you heard [Chorus] [Jim Jones:] We all strapped in the ride, I aint talkin like the elderly Yaced when we drive like a rollin fuckin felony Trapped to survive, get the bucks, sell them kis Its hard to get by thats why we puff hellaweed But if this high dont come down I feal the world spinnin like the sky gon come down I need air top of the ride gon come down And i swear I stay fly when I jump out Jewled up in ice like what that dude like Spider four thirty with the blueish lights Got the coupe bright, still shoot dice For my niggaz on the east side this is true life [Chorus] [ Pour Wax Lyrics ]
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