Представляем точный текст композиции "Raw Breed" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Das EFX . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Raw Breed» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Das EFX передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Das EFX - "Raw Breed"
Lyrics to Raw Breed : From the floor, keep it raw Yeah, yo, yo, yo, yo [Verse 1: Dray, Skoob] I heard that one mans loss, is the next mans gain I came to drop the shit like rain and bring the pain to your brain We leave a stain, aint prayin (why'), cos the games for kids Its diggity Das, no doubt, back to shatter your wigs These pegs be all on my back, cats be actin too brave I think they better just relax, before we dig em a grave You blow the spot, baby face it, kids cant erase it or trace it, ya getcha face lit, Books come lace it, what' Bringin it straight from the lands of the crooks where heat, Books to heat em Keepin em raw from these Brooklyn streets, where Books defeats em Flippin these lines like a polygraph, yall niggas lolly dat Freakin a style from Brooklyn, the home of the bodybags And kids with no fear, bitches with no hair Low gear Benzs wit chrome wears, what we all here So dont stare, we there to interfere with the heads of ''''' What you didnt know, this miggity might hurt [Chorus:] Its diggy Das, raw breed Make moves at top speed Its the niggas from the sewer Drink brew and puff weed Giggity get wit it Sewer rats stay twisted Many people tell me this style is terrific Its diggy Das, raw breed Make moves at top speed Its the niggas from the sewer Drink brew and puff weed Giggity get wit it Sewer rats stay twisted Aiyo, many people tell me this style is terrific [Verse 2: Dray, Skoob] Yo Well yo, in Glocks we trust, and at the cops we bust We just be hustlin for cash and makin lashes of muss They went from AZ to Jay-Z, Nas back to Krayzie To Drayzie, I fuck up your knot and then Im swayze Word, yeah, yo, yo Well yo, figgity fuck a fear, wanna bust like a flare gun, beware, son, my sons keep guns in the air None of yall bitches can sue me, all my niggas twenty one gun salute me Pick up the vine and rock the Kufi Well, all I heard was Versucci, coochie for the lucci The Gucci, but I just stay raw just like some sushi My crew be ill, time to move these mills And all the drunken mawfuckers best to show they skills Yeah, yo, yo Well yo, the shit I talk, it be the shit I walk Some faggots try to get wild, they bit my style but got caught Like me and my man caught, slippin up at the crimescene Fuckin lime green, you fuckin wart, this is my team [Chorus] [ Raw Breed Lyrics ]
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