Представляем точный текст композиции "Ya Getz Clowned" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста South Central Cartel . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Ya Getz Clowned» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую South Central Cartel передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
South Central Cartel - "Ya Getz Clowned"
Lyrics to Ya Getz Clowned : [VERSE 1: Prodeje] Now when I stroll through the streets you wonder will you see me I keep it low cause the girls wanna gee me Had to be loced cause I claim South Central If I get mental I flow slow tempo Nah punk, I cant get gaffled Try to catch me on the streets and you might get gaffled Prod got a Uzi, straight up, punk Cold strap in the trunk if you pull a stunt I get loced and you get smoked cause its like that The Cartels gonna get my back Cause on the streets if the tone of your voice is weak youre beat So run up and Ima serve you heat Puttin on brass knuckles to bust you in your cranium You dislike my clique but cant change em S.C.C., P-r-o-d e the j to the e from the L.A.C. Can get looney, run up duck and get bucked down In South Central, fool, you gets clowned [CHORUS] [Professor X] (Brother, brother, brother, how you make em get down') (Brother, brother, brother, how you make em get down') [Cold 187um] (Streets of South Central) (Brother, brother, brother, how you make em get down') [MC Breed] (Now Im lookin dead at you) [VERSE 2: Prodeje] Fool, you get clowned, socked, beat like a sucker ['] when they dont know of ya Got a little money, so you claim hustler Yeah, the streets made a pooh-put gangster Bought you a six-fo, now youre rollin Got a Cut and your Danes are golden Call yourself evil, are you serious' Man, the chronics got you delirious Your raw dog is a buster If he saw youre gettin rat-packed he wont help ya Now, check the 89 Hustlers Were not a gang but were down stay down for us With a six-fo Chevy, Uzis and money Homeboy, aint a damn thing funny You better walk it like you talk it Cause if you cant back up your shit you gettin lynched With your khakis low and locs, what you thinkin' You could roll the hood without sinkin Into a straight 211' Boy, youre buggin The pavements what you be huggin [CHORUS: variations] [ VERSE 3: Prodeje ] Homebodys gettin lit and then they get they clown on Makin noise at the park cause its like home Doin dips, shootin hoops, gettin drunk Lookin out for a buster punk The OGs stay down with the scene The little locs ill cause the youngsters are mean Rollin up strapped and they liable to gat ya Go to ['] come right back at ya What you gonna say when the 8s on your shoulder Your money is gone cause they know you a roller Come up short or get smoked like a clocker Call one-time and get labelled a sucker You got beef, then roll up like a soldier Handle yours and go out much bolder ['] and you can still be down But run up weak on the streets and get clowned [CHORUS: variations] [ Ya Getz Clowned Lyrics ]
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