Представляем точный текст композиции "Represent" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Showbiz & A.G. . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Represent» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Showbiz & A.G. передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Showbiz & A.G. - "Represent"
Lyrics to Represent : (feat. Big L, DShawn, Lord Finesse (D.I.T.C.)) [A.G.] Aww yeah, the A to the motherfuckin G is back Word to the motherfuckin Goodfellas I got two of my boys here, newest members of the D.I.T.C. Speak up [Big L] Yo this the Big motherfuckin L from 139 and Lennox yknahmsayin' Sayin whassup to Showbiz & A.G. cause they got it goin on! [DShawn] Yo this the baldheaded assassin, DShawny Thunder Representin with my peoples Diggin in the Crates Peace to my brothers on 1-2-9, Uptown [A.G.] Aww yeah, knahmsayin' Look out D.I.T.C. in e-motherfuckin-effect; LETHAL! ("Im the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") [A.G.] Yeah, Big L is the first to represent [Verse One: Big L] Yo, on the mic is Big L, that brother who kicks flav God Known for sendin garbage MCs to the graveyard I pack a gat and not a slingshot Step to this and get a ass-whoopin like Rodney King got Or get beat to your death like Cochise My laws is no peace, fuck the police MCs be braggin about cash they collect but them chumps is like Ray Charles cause they aint seen no money yet Trash rappers I tax and spark I be wettin niggaz up like water rides in Action Park A nigga stuck me, and that aint funny son So I got money Dunn, they wet him and his honey bun Cause phony faggots I froze, its a fact I flip fast on foes with fabulous fantastic flows L is the rebel type, Im rough as a metal pipe Fuck a Benz, cause I could pull skins on a pedal-bike! Props, I got the most, no MC comes close Coast-to-coast, shows I host, foes I roast Adios, Im ghost ("Im the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") [A.G.] Grab the mic DShawn, because you gotta represent [Verse Two: DShawn] Yo, street corners in New York is the place this nigga stand With a machete Im a crazy Eddie Scissorhands Born with such a thirst to kill I can tap 200 quarters from a $50 bill Cuttin bitch-niggaz down with a hundred pound axe like I was raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks So in a battle I be stabbin Choppin MCs like trees, piece-by-piece buildin cabins Im a maniac magician, abra cadabra Makin pain appear cause Ima grab a rusty chain to make a noose; to choke your ass so hard youre spittin fuckin Adams Apple juice So come check the magic show by DShawn And witness the way I put you to death with a magic wand Turnin your home to a casket Turn your wife into a widow and your son into a bastard Cause I love to keep MCs sufferin Beggin for big, heavy bags of Bufferin Baseball battin em, splattin em So many homicide records, my cases went platinum DShawn is nice Known for givin out headcracks, without touchin dice Just pain and punishment from the Boogie Down Bronxter DShawn the maniac street monster ("Im the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") [A.G.] Its time to get funky, so you better represent ("Im the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") [A.G.] Cmon Lord Finesse, cause you gotta represent [Verse Three: Lord Finesse] Its the F-I-N-E-double-S-E, dont play or stress me Cause that shit dont impress me I make papes off the shit I create, and then dictate So get your motherfuckin shit straight I got skills and Im hard to kill So yall bitch-ass rappers better chill and just guard your grill Yall grab a mic and always gettin hype Talkin bout fuckin niggaz up When you can bearly beat your dick right So stop ridin my dilznick Cause I can still kick the ill shit on the motherfuckin real tip Hit like Foreman when Im brawlin Those who think Im fallin, Ill play your monkey-ass like a organ I got crazy niggaz in the city noid Got mad bitches, but its not cause Im a motherfuckin pretty-boy Im ruthless, Im not on that goody-goody tip That shit played out with that Beat Street/Electric Boogie shit Ill stomp any rapper that you have compete If they ass is weak, they better chill and grab a seat And go head with they master plan Stevie Wonder probably see me fore half you rappers can You cant hang and youre fallin fast You rappers thats trash better dash and start haulin ass Cause Im out to wreck shit Fuck up a show, collect my dough and step off with a bad bitch Spectators always have the best time When they come to a show and hear a funky Lord Finesse rhyme Im out to get bigger, lounge and make rich figures Youll never catch Finesse associating with bitch niggaz I work overtime when its time to go for mine Crab-ass rappers, dont even front cause yall know the time So its time for me to step Peace to Showbiz & A.G., and Im off to the left ("Im the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") [A.G.] When my crew gets sick, you know I gotta represent ("Im the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") [A.G.] When my crew gets sick, you know I gotta represent [Verse Four: A.G.] Check-check-check it; A to the G is gonna wreck it On stage, on my record, so nigga dont forget it Im the man - the One-Man-Band is on my right hand ("His name is Show nit-wit, so get with the program") I take a hit from the buddha blessed Turn my hat to the back, now lets see whos the best I like my pockets fat, never ever flat Niggaz wanna jack, my .45 aint havin that Hoes get no dough, so why try' You think its gonna be a hit n run' Wrong, its a drive-by Niggaz catchin tantrums Because your girls never safe around the Midnight Phantom They predicted Ima fall' They must be down with Michael Jackson cause that shit is "Off the Wall" You dont believe me, ask that brother Show (Snatchin hotties, grabbin hotties, lettin mothafuckers know) You come wrong if you dont come strong "YOU BETTER CATCH WRECK!" Motherfucker, I made the song Styles will vary, they wont carry over Dont fuck with no Devil, Id rather marry Oprah Yeah, you got it, Im pro-black And my skills are so phat, I pay my dues, I dont owe jack You bite my style, I can spot it Tryin real hard to get it, you can forget it, because you dont got it And my skills are excellent Diggin in the Crates and its time to represent ("Im the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") [A.G.] Big L and DShawn, yeah they had to represent ("Im the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") [A.G.] Lord Finesse and A.G., yeah we had to represent ("Im the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") ("Im the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") ("Im the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") ("Im the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") ("Im the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") ("Im the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") ("Im the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") ("Im the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") [ Represent Lyrics ]
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