Представляем точный текст композиции "Southland Killers" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cypress Hill . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Southland Killers» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cypress Hill передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cypress Hill - "Southland Killers"
Lyrics to Southland Killers : Intro: [MC Ren] Yeah, yall know what the fuck this is MC motherfuckin Ren up in this bitch nigga Yeah, all yall bitch-ass niggas out here talkin all that shit We bout to drop this motherfucker on yall like this (*gun being loaded*) Punk ass niggas out here, nigga We some Southland Killers in this motherfucker (*gun is cocked*) (*GUNSHOT*) [MC Ren] Niggas all acrosss town, up in the suburbs While niggas makin faces like The Rock on the curb Nigga Peoples Elbow, the loud-mouthed hold And groupie niggas bangin for passes to the show (Can I get in') Big-ass cheques wit plenty of Os (Os) And hoes wit big lips doin what they suposed (yeah) Didnt have shit till I started to bust And yall got shit cos of my balls are cussed Ren and Cypress Hill, they aint liver than us Nigga Legendary Villian, who started the fuss Nigga double glock, cocked, get your shit rocked Get your crib knocked, nigga have that rib popped Under bosses and trouble, they under my rubble Clone motherfuckers, always the villain, like The Hubble Fuck your bubble, I bust them shits Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits Chorus [B-Real] All, my niggas, do you wanna ride wit us' (Do ya wanna ride wit us') (Killers!) Throw your clips up, man wes about to bust (Man wes about to bust) (Killers!) Cy-press, Hill click, yeah we ready for war (Yeah we ready for war) (Killers!) All yall niggas, better just hit the floor (Killers!) [King Tee] Im close to the best thing, on the West Wing Blown out your set, flames when the best sing Its a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things Didnt arrest ('), the bullet-proof vest team These niggas shoot first they they askin (') names Its less strain Its all real, I bet fame, its a chess game Wrong move and its checkmate (Thats right) I might sound funny out here But really, niggas get money out here And hey, everyday is sunny out here So listen, dont play dummy out here King try for bust make your whole pack run Stacked enough cash so now I stack guns Fat ones, all cold and black ones Southland Killin, its just how thats done Chorus [Sen Dog and B-Real] You can try to ride with the Hill, lie on the Hill but when your shit (') is when die on the Hill We get, hot on the heel, rely on the steel When your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled Like you, signed the deal, or signed over your will [Sen Dog] BUSTERS GET SLAYED...! [B-Real] ...when you fuck around with Real Take time to feel, what Im tellin you hoes (Tellin you hoes) You couldnt fuck around with me if I was sellin you blows Just goes to show the incredible skill tell Bitch nigga, now you trapped under my wig well Gettin trampled, DUMPED on and thumped on Scraped on the six-five with the HAND ON THE PUMP SONG [Sen Dog] Dont even fuck with these Southland grandes We the vatos that run on Los Angeles Call me Mad Dog, if you think you know me If youre not sure then turn around and LEAVE SLOWLY! Chorus [ Southland Killers Lyrics ]
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