Представляем точный текст композиции "Still Tha Row" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Crooked I . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Still Tha Row» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Crooked I передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Crooked I - "Still Tha Row"
Lyrics to Still Tha Row : (feat. Virginya Slim) [Intro: Virginya Slim & Crooked I] Yeah.. Death Row, baby (Death Row!) Heavy hitters Uh-uh (Yeah) (Why am I') Crooked I (Yeah) (Who are you, though') Virginia Slim, baby (Let em know somethin) That we aint going nowhere (Nowhere, niggas) Second dynasty here (Yeah) Play boy [Crooked I] Tell me whats all the fuss, one hundred seventy five police wastin all of the taxpayers dollars just to holler at us' Mad cause the Benzes is hot, the Impalas is plush Nobody bothered me when I used to hop on the bus Now the cops follow me, the life of Dominicks rough They wanna throw a young don in some cuffs But its... (still Death Row) I let em know, if they didnt remember I know, some of you suckas got hidden agendas But Im, sick of pretenders Niggasd rather stick their dick in a blender Than to go against the sickest contender Get your ridiculous click to surrender My game code is winter when it ends in December Scoop your chicken and Bend Hurr... tender You know how young niggas roll Send ya hoe... to your husband, walking pigeon-toed The West Coast is ours Still them other niggas old Over fifty million sold [Chorus: Virginya Slim and Crooked I] Its still Tha Row... ugh (Baby, we still stackin money up) And what we gon do' (Lady, we still dont give a fuck) And how we roll yall' (Baby, we still in the club beat) We represent, what' (We still represent the streets) Its still Tha Row (Baby, we still spendin star bucks) And what we throwin up' (Sweetheart, we still throw them balls up) And who we beefin with' (We still beefin with the po-po) And what they say we is' (We still ghetto) Its still Tha Row [Crooked I] Some of you gangsta rappers out there poppin seventy pills Man, you bangin on wax catsll never be real (Marks!) This ghetto celebrity still do whatever he feel Look at my billboard, I took a shit on Beverly Hills Thats cause its all about Crooked (Yeah, its all about green) Around yall (We stand tall) As who' (Yao Ming) Yall mean' And Crooked keep a heat compartment I dont speak to rappers that work for the Police Department Nine milli, I eat your heart with I seek the target, reach in garments, squeeze diesel vomits I dont need yall to start me Ten million albums sold' Maybe if I look like Paul McCartney But Im dark as dark Bacardi, dark as Marcus Garvey Sparks cigars that start the party... ugh! And we aint lettin suckers in I got a lovely deal and I own my publishing [Chorus] [Outro 1: Virginya Slim & Crooked I] Yeah, Red Bone... Queen, Virginia Slim, Miss Gail Gotti (This for my gangsters) Representin... heavy hitters Death Row, baby We done slept too long (And for my hustlers) Yall done had yall time Now we back Ready to keep it gangster (And for my riders) Yeah... the real ones The ride or die ones Come on.. [Crooked I] And I heard every single word that you say at your show But when we at the awards ceremony, they have to go S.W.A.T. Team stormin the label, one of ems even pointing a A.K. at the door Another day at Tha Row They say we only out to split wigs What about the hospital trips givin gifts to sick kids' Oh, I see, you want us ALL doing six bids Its okay, we still big cars and sick cribs, the Death Row way No way... Crooked came into this game to lose Im anxious, Ima change the rules Im dangerous, Im a gangster Langston Hughes Im a mistress that you cant confuse Im from Tha Row, so if I piss itll make the news [Chorus] [Outro 2: Crooked I] Yeah... I know youre lovin that Turn on your T.V.... open up a newspaper or somethin Read all about us... them ghetto cats Tryin to shove us out the game, but they cant Theres a ghetto in every city in America And Im from the Big West Second dynasty... Death Row is back! Yeah! All you mutts get off our nuts Chuuuch! Ah, ha...! Ha, ha, ha, ha. [ Still Tha Row Lyrics ]
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