Представляем точный текст композиции "Street Pharmacist" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Dipset . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Street Pharmacist» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Dipset передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Dipset - "Street Pharmacist"
Lyrics to Street Pharmacist : (feat. Hell Rell, A-Mafia) Okay, Hell fuckin Rell man Dipset Uh-huh, yeah, yeah Uh-huh, yeah, yeah Uh-huh, yeah yeah Lets lock in, what it is nigga [Verse 1: Hell Rell] What the fuck B These niggaz think Im getting special bread Cuz my watch stupid, face retarded like this is special ed And my rims they go ring-around-a-rosie I aint the type of nigga you wanna bring around your homies If he icy, stick him, rob him, slap him, or jab him Grab the Uze and just ooze him or cock the Mac and just Mac him Yeah, you know Rell catch a body on it B Ya know how Dipset do it, bring the party to the streets And the bitches be like, look at all these cars Must be outta space, look at all these stars Damn, now they star-struck, down on they hard luck Fresh out the shower only way I could be washed up I tell a hoe, "Yo go powder your face Ma, Im lookin for fiends, I got powder to taste" And theres still a lotta niggaz tryna be me today Cant see what Im doin, must be Stevie and Ray Yeah (yeah) [Hook: A-Mafia] Im a pharmacist, I move heroin in bricks 40 Gs on my wrist, bitches is on my dick I heard them 40th niggaz is on some shit Fuck with A-Mafia and Ima spray off some clips Im a pharmacist, I move heroin in bricks 40 Gs on my wrist, bitches is on my dick I heard the Dipset niggaz is on some shit Fuck with Hell Rell nigga and Ima spray off some clips [Verse 2: A-Mafia] Waddup Rell, the black mobster in here, yeah And all we do is pack choppers in here, yeah We can get it crackin or poppin in here Or take it back to the scrappin or the boxing in here You fuck wit Maf, blow a shot in the air, fuck the frail shit Ive been free for a while but Im still on some jail shit You wanna act big, holla at the kid I got some gangstas thatll spank ya and push back ya wig I spit like a split Mike and half a B.I.G. I used to pump packs but now raps my gigs Light the water up, light a quarter up Put 50 up, 100 stack a OZs, yall know me The O.G. who sold keys, only roll wit them Rollies We dont fuck with the police Front on me and they gon bleed I know you wonder how I sold 500 thou And still rap like a backpacker and sound underground [Hook] [Verse 3: Hell Rell] My life is based around traffickin and violence Im young but Im old school like them African medallions Troop shoot ya spot built That shit you talkin can get ya whole block killed Believe me, you are not real Im buster-proof, you cant do nuttin to me Have 100 niggaz in hoodies in ya crib like whats goodie Yeah, goddamn, all these muthafuckas hate us I dont take orders, I aint no muthafuckin wiater Im a boss, so heres my ring, kiss 5 karats Killing snitches, moving birds, those are my habits I heard you run a town And your connect was giving you the run-around Well here, take my number down I got coke for days, yeah blow for days I like to rhyme but I love crime cuz I know it pays I winked at her cuz I know that dame wit you You dont feel what Im doin, you got Novocain in you nigga [Hook] [ Street Pharmacist Lyrics ]
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