Представляем точный текст композиции "Real Gangsta" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста South Park Mexican . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Real Gangsta» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую South Park Mexican передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
South Park Mexican - "Real Gangsta"
Lyrics to Real Gangsta : [Chorus:] She dont know why But all she knows is that her youngest child is a real gangsta now you see... [Verse 1:] He was a good kid all through elementary As and Bs and had no enemies But he saw all the Gs as he walked home he couldnt read all the words on the walls though So many letters crossed out with Xs He wondered he knew not to ask those questions No pops, and his mom worked through the nail She managed to buy him some shoes on sale She didnt know, she bought the wrong color And they stayed in the closet all summer Even though the kid wasnt affiliated He knew what they liked, he knew what they hated Now hes in Middle School, same individual But this is where things seem to get a bit difficult This is the life of a young Mexican First verse done take me to the second one [Chorus x2] [Verse 2:] 6th grade, why so much homework Got a pot pie sitting in the stove burnt Momma still aint back from her job yet So he eats it cause thats all he got left Then he plays with his little puppy Cinnamon His last dog was a victim of a hit n run Theres a knock on his door its his homeboy Your moms gone' He pulls out a chrome toy Whered you get that from' The kid asked We broke into a house we got a bunch of shit stashed It was the first time he ever held a real gun To get one of these you gotta steal one We too young they wont let us buy a gat Now if they shoot at us we can fiya back Who is they and why would they blast at me' Cause you from the hood fool, this is family [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] A year passes now the kids Dickies sag In his pocket got a knife and a nickel bag And the homeboy that showed him his first gun Got killed last week in a burban Putting work in 45 jerkin Lucky shot hit, popped like a virgin Closed casket touched as he strolled past it Got his name tattooed into a hoes asses So hell still be remembered often while His little bitch gettin hit doggy style It aint stoppin now while his moms on the ground On her knees yelling "Please Lord not my child I want to watch him smile He can turn his Pac up loud He can sleep with his pitbull on the couch" And while the kid is listening to her words All he can think about is bloody, bloody murders [Chorus x2] [ Real Gangsta Lyrics ]
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