Представляем точный текст композиции "Straight From L.I.P." и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cru . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Straight From L.I.P.» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cru передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cru - "Straight From L.I.P."
Lyrics to Straight From L.I.P. : [Chorus: M=Mighty Ha, Y=Yogi, C=Chadeeo] [M] Straight from L.I.P., he be we be actin foul [Y] Im from the isle [C] Im from the isle [M] To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock down [C] Im from the isle [Y] Im from the isle [Yogi] Aiyo we make it go whoo! like Pete Rock at the track The C R U uptown attack Scandalous from here to Now Just Back up to the isle where its ill like dust Now whos rollin thru' And yo who fucks with Cru' And yo who got bamboo' Aight blow the Lydians, gets the blunts and some brew [Chadeeo] Yo I be in the staircase drinkin biz Smoke pass while I freestyle for my peers Thought play ya front, with cars in they peeps Peeps askin me for new Cru treats Junk like a skunk, mad wet, no doubt Go see my joint, get they back blowned out Place L.I.P. the name Lafayette Lock it to ya brain, so ya never forget [Chorus x2] [M] Comin from L.I.P., keep it real [Y] And ya dont stop [C] And ya dont stop [Y] And ya dont stop [Y] If you buffin [M] Shippin [Y] If you rollin [M] Rollin [Y] If you smokin [M] Smokin [Y] If you hit it [M] Pass it [Yogi] Yo inhale the blunts that I got from Havana Im waitin till the tale like Burnaby in Tavana Toast with this butter, go to cook this To have ya head bobbin like a hunch born uckin [Chadeeo] Yo its the Island were Urban Knights dwell Few blocks from the number six train L Can be a good stay in the hood way Or the fun can turn to guns and it could spray But thats the way of the concrete jungle Walk humble, ya be ready to gun bumble Cuz its real like that, all around And the same thing applies when ya come to my town [Chorus x2] [Mighty Ha] It aint gonna rain no more no more, it aint gonna rain no more [x2] Knock knock on the door, its the Mighty Ha The one that bring the hooks with the rugged and the raw I rest in L.I.P., and to my props Bring more noise to chip '' Check it, word one two check it Have ya head noddin and for bag in the deck In the Bronx, L.I.P. back to rocks Bounce to the ash, like the Atlantic '' Chillin with boricua sittin in Ferico Oh shit, now Im dito Shot to the head, butter lingo See low, head crack, L.I.P. hit bingo [ Straight From L.I.P. Lyrics ]
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