Представляем точный текст композиции "True Story" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста B. Gizzle . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «True Story» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую B. Gizzle передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
B. Gizzle - "True Story"
Lyrics to True Story : [Mr. Ivan] Right now we got a lil youngsta Lil Doogie, from the B.G.z Do whatcha gotta do mane Say whatcha gotta say Wayne [Lil Wayne] The rhymes you are about to hear are true [Mr. Ivan] This some true shit. [First Verse-B.G.] Shoulda killed you bitches when we heard that song Tipped it on, talkin bout 6th & Baronne When the fuckin lights on up early in the mornin , All that muthafuckin creepin Pissin on the set when a nigga Dee, sleepin Pussy ass You know you cant survive, You was creepin through that third, you must dont know its do or die Now that nigga on my list A P-poppin bitch no disresp P-Poppin bitch no disresp P-poppin, P-Poppin, P-Poppin bitch no disrespect to the tenth But theres a pussy in your face and they can suck and dick Ridin and slidin with all that workin and twerkin You cant be no "G", cuz a "G" not down wit jerkin Them niggas always comin with that play, You want some real drama, why dont you bring that shit our way' Cuz Im a Baby Gangsta down for that street funk, Stuntin in a concert, take it to the fuckin trunk Talkin all that bullshit, talkin all that shit on wax, Talkin all that yak-yak, but Ima split your Kool-Aid pack bitch I got my pistol close at hand, this for the REAL, Real pussies in the can [Bridge One-Lil Wayne/Mr. Ivan] The rhymes you are about to hear are true. This some true shit. [Verse Two-B.G.] Chuck fuckin them niggas at niggggggggggght They doin bad and slangin rhymes at the same time, aint lyin! Now this nigga is a muthafuckin dick beater Heard at Corn(') he was a muthafuckin cheerleader Fuckin wit a B.G., best believe you will get served Ima leavin ya muthafuckin thinking cap on the curb Chuck got some mail' Cuz oh yes, Im comin to getcha And if I dont get 20 Gs Ima splitcha, Im a murderer, server, nigga come try to test Had to putem to rest, no vest but one to the chest But uh, you know you done fucked up dont cha' Like Yella said, you mad cuz Ca$h Money didnt wantcha Lets move across that water strapped with that A.K. They got some wannabe crips, wanna bang, go to L.A. Now you can claim, the East, North, West, or South Mystikal fool, you can pump this dick right in your mouth Them niggas be rappin, very much trippin Talkin all that nonsense, slippin talkin bout they be crippin But its like this, watch out before you get bucked Im tellin coward ass niggas to raise up, raise up, raise up [Third Verse-B.G.] At first he was a cheerleader now he aint that nigga to fuck wit That goes to show you studio yeah that nigga buck quick You duck sick when I catchcha, you best to start to runnin, Cuz Im comin, start duckin, cuz Im bustin, and pluckin Fuck it Chuck, you big trick, you hoe bitch, Puttin stank hoes in apartments and shit And ummm, them niggas who help you get the money you straight FUCK EM When check time come, they gets nothin, you pluck em And yall hoes for lettin him take it, Hard rolled and fake it, Niggas best to look like skatin Now back to this muthafuckin Mystikal bitch You wanna jump on a nigga like a morphodyke come jump on the dick Thats enough of this hoe shit on the real If you dont spit "G" shit with skillz you cant pay bills I make mils I close the shop for them niggas wanna shine Sign on my nine when I put it on your mind into your spine Dont whine, niggas cant handle me not hard Im the bitch who came to fuck up the party When I catchcha Ima kill ya dont worry, This is another part of that fuckin true story [4th Verse-B.G.] Partners you bet not do no crime, Get no time and go to JAIL Cuz in that two man cell, best believe you gone get NAILED Mystikal youz a hoe, its time I Ietcha know Yall aint ready for Local five, got a boot camp fulla hoes Im gat totin, ready to leave your heart open Bullets floatin, hot nine chambers smokin Uptown, ya bound to get yall wig split Yall represent a 17th set that dont even exist Now thats a shame, you reppin just to get a name You cant survive in this game cuz you niggas lame Im ready to take it to some "G" shit, street shit Where caps get peeled, and wigs bound to get split Im off Valence, aint no doubt this B.G. aint real Im bout to *hic* hiccup some bullets out my fuckin steel Peel, make niggas kneel, bow down From this clown thats gonna put you six in the ground. Its time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck they belong Rollin wit Tec-9 best believe its on Raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up [ True Story Lyrics ]
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