Представляем точный текст композиции "Sowhatusayin" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста South Central Cartel . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Sowhatusayin» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую South Central Cartel передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
South Central Cartel - "Sowhatusayin"
Lyrics to Sowhatusayin : (feat. Jayo Felony , MC Eiht , Shkilla , Spice 1 , Treac) [Havoc] Its a motherfuckin shame. Everytime I look at the goddamn news, or read a motherfuckin paper, some motherfuckin bitch or nigga tryin to dis gangsta rap. But um, check this shit out. Gangsta rap is here to motherfuckin stay. All you hoes and bitches out there tryin to put a bag on this shit, this shit is here to motherfuckin stay. [Havoc] Bailin up outta the cut, Im breakin em off for this 95 G thang Jumpin up outta that Mustang, gonna let these nuts hang Cannibalistic flow snatchin your neck off Grabin a fuckin tech, lettin this bit takin your chest off Morgify a nigga with the quickness, pissin on brain sites Magnify your heart with this beam, and stomp it like a street light We blow motherfuckas, kickin up dust, droppin that bomb shit Glock cocked on your block, ready to rock it all time Bitch I sack, SCC be that click, Treach and Hav Felony, Prod, H-A-V the OC, you cant see me Pump pump that Havocll have it crazy motherfucka Bewitched and brain dead, leavin you headless motherfucka [Jayo Felony] The original from the block, ready to pop and drop Glock on cock, Felonys the locest as I focus like a mug shot Hot like rocks, nah fuck that, like boilin lava Im wicked, sit back and kick it, as I saliva How I took in your eyeball, I call all shots for the GNC Nigga close your eyes cuz you aint seeing me Five eight, seven fifteen, Bullet Loco still Pissin in a cup, and Im not givin a fuck Its on, fuck Oliver Stone, he made Colors Gettin paid off gangbangin, I want my money motherfucka Im a bump ya, pluck ya like a chicken and cut your head off Housin with a hundred thousand, ready to let em Go to the pen, or make ends, that was my option Now R-A-P gon put me up like adoption Im shoppin for brains and thangs, so marks jet Im addictive, like double nicotine in cigaretes Lets take this demon to the head loc, you scared loc' I met my fuckin last smoke, leavin these bustas dead broke Pass me the rap on the track and Bullet Loc gon come sick Cuz at the end of the world theres gon be gangstas Cockroaches, and sherm sticks [Prodeje] Yeah, headbangas in the house yo. You playa hatas cant stop this gangsta shit. You know what Im sayin' Haha [Hook1:] Step up, step off punk ass niggas I flow real soft, soft as medicated cotton Cuz I put my foot up your ass before you pass gas Or even before youre thikin bout farting [Hook2: x2] So what you saying' So what you saying' Im lettin my gat bust You bustas and you marks know I just dont trust [Prodeje] Back on that flow, dont you know Its that Prod from that sqaud Kickin up in that dust as I bust as I mob Metamorphisize from that BG to OG All I see is Gs but you bustas cant see me Smokin motherfuckas so they bodies are cold Im kickin up on your ass till you crumble and fold Im on the creeps on them vouges Droppin 6 to them 4s Makin records, going gold Thats my story in Vouge Still try to break me but youre broke As I spoke, loc Suckas hate the gunsmoke Act I peel your cap like a cantaloupe You think its settled when we knuckle up I got insane like Saddam And wreck your posse with my finger fuck [Young Prod'] Five four three two um Here it comes, one more time Pistol whip dump when Im packin up mine Yall dont wanna do nothin, Ima keep on bustin ['] Gs need to ease on back, or catch a cap in they knapsack I sprayed your ass with a gauge and leave you dazed for days So why must you drive my G flow I swallow your ass up like Cujo And I got em, hollow point for the gaffle Seventeen ['] in your ass like a raffle So respect me, the Young P-R-O-D I be that nigga that kill you for nineteen ninety G [MC Eiht] I takes two to your jaw motherfucka you slip I take two more and watch the swelling of your fat lip Nigga, howd you figga like a bitch I let you get away Westside, CPT Gs that dont play I throws that CPT up, blaze up the blunt Then I steps back and sits down my fuckin cup My nigga Bird got my back when we square off Toe to toe, dont ya know surprise here comes the left blow You get the steel toed boot, to your chin You cant win, oops it splits out your front tooth Now you squirm like a worm in the dirt You get hurt motherfucker cuz we puts in much work You look up to see the barrel of my fuckin strap, playa Eiht Hype best to get ready for a long night I hit your block cuz I dont care Let the glock go tick tock and I hit you what with, geah [Hook2 x2] [Treach] I heard niggas had beef with SCC And he was headed for the airport Landed ass branded way up north From Ill Town Eiht called me, said leaving with tech nine releases Torches porched and piss out the pieces Nigga wasnt witty nor fuckin worthy Cuz he had beef with Ant Banks, Boss, Spice 1, they tried to hide in Jersey That was the wrong fuckin move, the wrong alley To think the Murder Squad only had connections in Cali Yes, with the murder, I said it flex West coast to east coast quicker than Federal Express Cuz we strike and we dont lack for the wack The T to the R to the E to the A to the C to the H is back! [ShKilla] Break yoself, its ShKilla, make way while I spray Murder Squad spit out claim, my hood is the bay Nine glock glock, ready to pop or stop While those who rank high in might ride on top Retaliation a must when I bust or blast Retaliation and blank gun in hand with my mask Cant stop me Im sick and I gives a fuck See a nigga slippin, aim my shit then I bust Break yoself, once again its on Im takin all, pump pump, drop gun, head up, hut one Murder Squad, gangsta made beat be the shit Murder Squad, gangstas for life and we sick [Spice 1] Niggas playa hate ya but Im Naughty by Nature Eiht ya got these niggas on the run, so lets go get the guns Takin they shit, gankin they riches, ['] so a nigga cant sew up your spot Im leavin your shit up in stitches, gotta decapitate motherfuckas Cant see me like Ray Charles Kill em all, stick an ice pick in your shit and have ya HAAA! Stabbin up shit like OJ, shoot em up with the motherfuckin AK Its that nigga from the east bay Killin off shit when the gat spray Motherfuckin hustler, fuck a busta High billers we makin a nigga fry Lets all die, murder up some niggas call "Can I'" With the infrared up on the nutsac, man blouw blouw! With the infrared up on them throats, man go blouw blouw! [Hook1] [Hook2] [ Sowhatusayin Lyrics ]
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