Представляем точный текст композиции "Puttin In Work" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Criminalz . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Puttin In Work» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Criminalz передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Criminalz - "Puttin In Work"
Lyrics to Puttin In Work : [Verse One: Jayo Felony] This that one hit it quit it shit, fuck it forget a bitch These busters claimin they hard but they be rollin wit a snitch They got this bullshit case on me and they thinkin itll stick I aint sweatin that lil shit, give these bitches a lil dick I keep ridin and mashin, stompin in the West Coast fashion You the one to be the first get yo head bashed in We stay smashin nigga only beleivin is achievin So whatever we set out to do its gon work this evening Im a rider homie whether Im drunk, high or sober The wait is over, now watch a nigga get nasty as King Cobra And I heard your freaky bitch was a monster on the dick She wanna find out if she can put her whole tonsils on the dick Loc on and yolk on it but dont choke on it Niggas got her spendin all their ends and goin broke on it Tell these hoes listen bitch we aint gotta please you Cuz we puttin in work, doin shit that Gs do and its true [Chorus] I aint livin my life to please you Im puttin in work the shit that Gs do Im out doin dirt to niggas I need to Im gettin my money on, collectin my revenues [x2] [Verse Two: Celly Cel] Back up, back up nigga what the fuck you doin' Im throwin elbows in this mutha fucka tryin to ruin Your whole career, when Im twisted up eight hundred beer Jump in the mob car and steer, heart pumpin no fear You niggas dont know me, watch out for I pop out with this glock out Clearin yo block out, got all these niggas wishin they got out The game, for I shot out everything in the parking lot out Got em snitchin and tellin em theres APVs on every cop out Now its hot out, they still cant stop me from gettin my paper I got hide outs, these bitches is out here catchin the vapors Flee the scene, they shoulda told you that Celly was crazy Got em pushin up daisies now Im layin low with baby Spyin on the under, wonderin whats gon happen next Money, murder and sex got me sleepin with a tech No respect so I took it early in the game No money til I came up on them birdies, mayn [Chorus 2x] [Verse Three: Spice 1] Got me fucked up baby see I cant play with the game This niggas speakin up on my casket, talkin bad on my name Dont get it twisted its all love but this gangsta shit is real Niggas get caught up in the drama and end up killed But I cant have that shit, I aint tryin to see no coffin Thats why I stay focused on hatin ass niggas often Hennesy got me seeing enemies in threes So Im bustin at the one in the middle and please beleive It aint no hesitation, never no glitch in my matrix I stay on point, ready to dump, hit niggas up in they faces Wit 4-4 slugs! Blowin niggas up out they Lugz Switch to the bucket and smash off to mo thug Baby, my life aint got no price on it 600 for the vest, a G for the chopper wit a knife on it So welcome to the ghetto mutha fucka To them niggas that think that they cant be touched well Ima touch ya [Chorus x4] [ Puttin In Work Lyrics ]
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