Представляем точный текст композиции "C mon C mon" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Drag On. Наша коллекция содержит детально проверенные слова песни, включая скрытые метафоры, отсылки и эмоции, вложенные автором. Лирика «C mon C mon» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Drag On передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани любимого трека.
Drag On - "C mon C mon"
(Verse 1)
(uh yeah yeah yeah cmon cmon)
When yall niggaz run on my block
You gonna get it
And that bitch you trying to pop
I done hit it
You still trying to find my style
You gonna get lost
And those that think they could touch
Gonna get torched
Make a flow to my gun
Thatll go off
Ill do a hundred in the wind
On the turnpike
All you hear is wind wind wind
Thats a dirt bike
And you can put them up and shut em up
Cuz when we get it up we hit em up
Hoes aint good enough
My fires gonna make dust
Now who the one doing the talking?
Yall niggaz gonna split a coffin
And you can call that fifty-fifty
Break it down to the nitty gritty
Now what you see is whatcha gonna get
Thats 58, dead weight, tone straight, your face
Now let me see you get away
Bob and weave back
Since when a nigga breathe through his back?
Now when it come to my shit
Better leave that
Cmon Cmon
Hook: Your hoe dont wanna be mine?
Better save your daughter
Your coke compared to mine?
Is baking soda
Yall niggaz wanna war?
Better send your soldiers
My life is on the line
For the new world order!
(Repeat once)
(Verse 2)
Soon Ima flow over
Like (what) like water
When niggaz be drowning
Yall look smaller
I dont give a fuck what they might call ya
It could Mo or Cristal
Ill pour ya
I be dealing with the hype shit
I keep a tight clip
But only thing my bullet might slip
Growing up in these here streets
Is gritty
You dont do a lot of talking
In the city
Its pat pat pat
No pity
Then woo woo woo woo
Those sirens
When Drag dash on
Is hiding
Cause we dont do a lot of running
I keep firing
And as long as they payin
A few is dying
I dont care if its plastic or iron
Cause the money in my pocket
Ill fold ya
And if your niggaz aint tell you
They shoulda told ya
Cmon Cmon
Hook: Repeat twice
When my niggaz swing the sword off
Get your shit blown off
Cause if yall niggaz looking for a fist fight
Shit you gonna die tonight
Cause when we swing them things
You gonna see the light
I dont care if its heaven or hell
They both bright
Yall niggaz got beef with Drag-On?
Cmon,Cmon,Cmon,Cmon, Cmon
Yall niggaz is getting to close
Back up, Back up, Back up, Back up, Back up
Yall niggaz gonna make my gun go
Blaka,Blaka,Blaka,Blaka,Blaka
Ruff Ryders gonna make sure you dont come back
The only nigga thats allowed to come back
Is a nigga that smoke the crack
When it comes to our g-stacks
We want that
Now let me see you count that
We dont want no ones back
Them tens and twentys
Is all but a simple money
And Ima burn like Im on hot sand
With my shoes off
Make sure nobody make a move
Til the cruise is off
And in this game i win
And you lost
And the only way you gonna catch me
Is on the cover on of the new Source
Cmon Cmon
Hook: repeat four times till end
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