Представляем точный текст композиции "Runnin" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста 2Pac . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Runnin» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую 2Pac передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
2Pac - "Runnin"
Lyrics to Runnin : (feat. Buju Banton, Dramacydal, Notorious B.I.G., Stretch) * the word police is censored on the album version of this song One time, one time nigga one time! (Where') Runnin from the police (Yeah I know what you mean) No matter what I do, they got a nigga still runnin from the police (Put them motherfuckin Nikes on tight and get ghost yall) [Dramacydal] I aint got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some trouble Lickin shots to they block leavin bloody blood puddles for some ridah delight, now we in a gunfight I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight Its on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece Thug Life motherfucker gotta me runnin from the police Nigga, you know thats true Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin wit a crew Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re The O.J. and its all OK til that fuckin fake cop got to play the man Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand Damn, I hope it dont spill Nigga chill, shit is real cock back my steel Still runnin from the police I gets no sleep I got you peepin in my window while Im smokin indo But I aint no motherfuckin track star, pigs got a Jeep like Big Mouth, runnin through motherfuckers backyards So I, grabs my piece before I flee And instead of me runnin, these bitches is runnin from me Lick shots hits spots off on my piece Cause a nigga like Big Mouth is through runnin from the police [Interlude: Buju Banton] I bust off! What about the time they pull me from the Bronco lay, they tried to cock me, but them cant gun store When a batty bwoy do it from the mob Ahh, pull up your pants then you screw an left squad Look around, look around, punk police While gwan man doesnt a come but a bad boy test Look around, look around, punk police Me hafta blast back, cause de blast is best [Stretch] Yo I was, schemin and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route to, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game The insane brain, cold gettin fly like a plane on them suckers with my nigga Biggie Smalls causin ruckus [Notorious B.I.G.] Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin rocks overnight The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin to turn into the black Frank White [Stretch] And we got the workers choppin rock, Benz by the flock And we gettin it, the dirty cops are jealous so they sweatin it Im lettin off smoke, hope they dont play me for no joke and provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide We keepin it real, fuck how you feel, Biggie pass the steel Lets serve these motherfuckers slugs as a fuckin meal [Notorious B.I.G.] We had to grow dreads to change our description Two cops is on the milk box missin Show they toes you know they got stepped on A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon Run from the police picture that, nigga Im too fat I fuck around and catch a asthma attack (*heavy breathing*) Thats why I bust back, it dont phase me When he drop, take his glock, and Im Swayze Celebrate my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker [Interlude: Buju Banton] Now its war, me tryin to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice They try to cock me, but them cant gun store What about they come to hold up me North Pulled up the park, I left school and left buck Look around, look around, punk police Was about to blast with ya gun but you cant stop me Look around, look around, punk police Me haf to blast back, cause blast back best [2Pac] They got me runnin from the five-oh duckin and dodgin in my survival The Benzo and I let off with my nine, hoe Im movin swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex Cause in my mind all I wonder is whos next Nigga, my homey slipped and now he pays the price He did a driveby, sixteen, now hes doin triple life Tell me is it me or my upbringin, I spit that thug shit Nigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your Timberlands on tight, cause I aint givin up Id rather duck these motherfuckers all night Im runnin through the projects, beyotch Theyll never catch me Cause Im locd and trigger happy on the, sneotch Dont say you never heard of me, til they murder me, Im a legend Do Thug Niggas go to heaven' Im rollin with the thorough heads We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo I got no love for the five-oh Im runnin from the police [Outro: Buju Banton to fade] [ Runnin Lyrics ]
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