Представляем точный текст композиции "The Dirty 3rd" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Z-Ro . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Dirty 3rd» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Z-Ro передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Z-Ro - "The Dirty 3rd"
Lyrics to The Dirty 3rd : Shirt off at the Kappa, (trousers on) Dirty Third, Dirty Third [Z-Ro] 24/7 and around the clock, Ima keep My fingas around the glock, when I bust I be giving no mercy for no damn body Thats gonna get around the shot Im the 007 outta Ridgemont 4, with W double O-D Cant take no ill to the eye, we come so fly Dont get it twisted I swear Im fly, I split up jaws When I spit out rounds, and I really dont give a damn When a nigga pull the trick up outta my sleeve Im making a deuce to the pistol pad But Im figgering that hoe, and she call me hurt Whatever take yourself, or the blood gon squirt Give me my money for shots or first When I lick my shots, I clear the concerts Jay-Jay and the Den-Den, we gon make a mill in the end then Going overseas, in the jabos and fresh benefits Decked out to Europe in outfits, steady stacking chips Slanging birds, with a pen and beat the shit out these verbs Vocabulary spit nothing but words Drop mo songs, than a bird do terds Riding Excursions, no more Burbans, steal them niggas SUV Screwed Up Click cause my family name, abbreviated like S.U.C. Cause in the Dirty Third, niggas put prices up on our heads Cause our cars, be running and haunting Bitches lose weight, like Jenny Craig [Hook - 2x] Its the Dirty Third, slanging rings stacking chips Quick to pull a strap, empty clips if you trip Its the Dirty Third, slanging rings stacking chips We killas with pistol grip, steady letting our rugas rip [Wood] We aint burning the home grown, and Dirty Third where I roam Slanging birds flipping zones, sipping syrup out our styrofoams Quick to pull a strap empty clips, if you trip We killas with pistol grip, steady letting our rugas rip At the peak of my game Im gets the grain, Im leaving a stain Piece and chain its bezeltaine, bracelets watch and pinky rings Twenty inches to roll, played and stole and pulling hoes Serve drank by the four, blowing bud in studios Its paying me feddy and cheese, triple beams and doja cream Chop on blades and swang on threes, SUVs and Humvees The W double O-D, Z-Ro and Enjoli He said it once befo, look at what you done to me Thought it was over but it aint, I separate the real and the fake You sugar coated bustas, you put the filling in the cake Im still balling while moving J-A-Ts, SKA no AMGs In the Dirty Third we shipping kis and, platinum c.d.s nigga [Hook - 2x] [Enjoli] Little figga to you hoes, and all my foes I done squashed the plex so whats next, I rose From the bottom to the top, Third Coast wont stop Southsive for live, when trunks knocking tops drop And the Gs body rock, I ride to these Looking good gripping wood, with a ounce of the tweed Having fun in the sun, making money by the tons Stacking papas pulling capas, staying sharp for the evil ones So lay it down fore the sparks fly S.U.C. full of moves, niggas we on the rise Hopping outta wide bodies, and it dont stop Enjoli be the queen, and you bouts to ride (say what) It be so lovely it be so nice, being twice Stay blinding you hoes, six figgas and reunite Moving state to state, pushing albums like weight Better regulate, and still screeeeaming [Hook - 3x] [ The Dirty 3rd Lyrics ]
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