RBL Posse: More Game
Tekst piosenki
Brak wideo
Tekst piosenki
RBL Posse: More Game
*(Richie Rich talking)*
Rest in peace, Mr. Cee. Check it out, off the top, dedicated to all the,
Yay Area mutha f**kaz who don't know nuthin about, what they supposed to
know sumpthin about. So a understand me what I'm sayin?? Uh-huh, y'all
mutha f**kaz comin from either side of the bridge, biatch.
Verse 1 *(Richie Rich)*
Slug bangin,
Drug bangin,
it's Rich,
an that nigga Black Chris,
runnin a drug sweet bliss,
from the older Frisc,
hataz chew a chunk of this,
rest in peace to my nigga,
(Mr. Cee),
can't f**k wit this,
park my hog, f**k wit OG dogs,
smoke LG dispite the spook stories niggaz tell me,
they lungs collapse,
need zig zags to bust raps,
run trains on hoes,
who fall victim to the flows,
RBL knows,
my turf niggaz throw up yo "O's",
if you got game,
then hustle an struggle to bring the spot fame,
not to name,
they built a bridge in the game,
from the Older Frisco,
off light green an Sissco,
I go,
back an forth,
east, west, north,
representin niggaz who be slangin on the porch,
fo what it's worth,
all niggaz on the turf,
prepare yo mind fo the rebirth.
Ha ha, check it out. On a bitch, (RBL Posse) fo a bitch, (Double R)
dedicated to a bitch, (sideways) an the hook'll go a lil sumpthin like
this....
*(chorus)* x2
*(RBL Posse & Richie Rich)*
We got mo game than the average, bitch,
three boss playaz tryin to stack a grip, trick,
we makin g's that's fo sheeze,
in a place where gettin money ain't easy.
Believe that.
Verse 2 *(Black C)*
Now I'm bouncin in rap,
juss like O-Z's, to kilo's,
gettin so rich, I change my name to Mr. C-Note,
now these flows, cashin checks,
but dont forget,
I had respect, before success, to put this game in text,
so you might get wrecked,
my foes get checked,
these hoes expect,
Versace,
f**kin everybody,
I'm off like Gotti,
off tha Hennessey,
my Posse, got the tendencey,
to take foes, an break those,
niggaz hold they pecos,
then shoot them down like Waco,
but lettin em say so,
we never bang hoes,
playaz make the world go round,
that's right the world go round,
fools talk down,
real niggaz hold they ground,
Rich laid it down,
while he spark that pound,
I takes a toke hold, then of the smoke,
then I blows it out,
into the B-A-Y,
my niggaz aint G-A-Y,
this Frisco pimpin, representin gettin P-A-Y,
ya betta believe that.
*(Chorus)* x2
Verse 3 *(Hitman)*
Some one kid you fo a rap,
two for a hoe,
three for the fedi,
four since the show,
fo sho,
I been like strugglin an strivin fo doe,
an the eagerness I get, the sooner that it flows,
hoes try to keep me down the ladder,
but I'd rather keep climbin to make my pockets fatter,
an as they huddle an gather,
to come up wit a plan, to stuffs it in my hand,
that poultry man,
me an my click, the realest clan,
an there I stand,
as a completed soldier,
smaller the older,
likes phenomenon,
like John Travolta,
get in yo mind juss like minolta,
it's colder how we put pressure upon yo shoulders,
be leavin you blinded,
in these one times, we criminal minded,
an we stood to be reminded,
put it back,
we run this like Gulluvers Travels,
we unravel confrontations,
fo my niggaz we lost the battle,
snakes they rattle,
but we got mo game than the average,
insane 'cause we some savages,
wit the hap's of lettin you have it,
Fo the cabbage.
*(Chorus)* x2
Mo game than the average,
game in exchange fo some cabbage. Bitch. x3
Rest in peace, Mr. Cee. Check it out, off the top, dedicated to all the,
Yay Area mutha f**kaz who don't know nuthin about, what they supposed to
know sumpthin about. So a understand me what I'm sayin?? Uh-huh, y'all
mutha f**kaz comin from either side of the bridge, biatch.
Verse 1 *(Richie Rich)*
Slug bangin,
Drug bangin,
it's Rich,
an that nigga Black Chris,
runnin a drug sweet bliss,
from the older Frisc,
hataz chew a chunk of this,
rest in peace to my nigga,
(Mr. Cee),
can't f**k wit this,
park my hog, f**k wit OG dogs,
smoke LG dispite the spook stories niggaz tell me,
they lungs collapse,
need zig zags to bust raps,
run trains on hoes,
who fall victim to the flows,
RBL knows,
my turf niggaz throw up yo "O's",
if you got game,
then hustle an struggle to bring the spot fame,
not to name,
they built a bridge in the game,
from the Older Frisco,
off light green an Sissco,
I go,
back an forth,
east, west, north,
representin niggaz who be slangin on the porch,
fo what it's worth,
all niggaz on the turf,
prepare yo mind fo the rebirth.
Ha ha, check it out. On a bitch, (RBL Posse) fo a bitch, (Double R)
dedicated to a bitch, (sideways) an the hook'll go a lil sumpthin like
this....
*(chorus)* x2
*(RBL Posse & Richie Rich)*
We got mo game than the average, bitch,
three boss playaz tryin to stack a grip, trick,
we makin g's that's fo sheeze,
in a place where gettin money ain't easy.
Believe that.
Verse 2 *(Black C)*
Now I'm bouncin in rap,
juss like O-Z's, to kilo's,
gettin so rich, I change my name to Mr. C-Note,
now these flows, cashin checks,
but dont forget,
I had respect, before success, to put this game in text,
so you might get wrecked,
my foes get checked,
these hoes expect,
Versace,
f**kin everybody,
I'm off like Gotti,
off tha Hennessey,
my Posse, got the tendencey,
to take foes, an break those,
niggaz hold they pecos,
then shoot them down like Waco,
but lettin em say so,
we never bang hoes,
playaz make the world go round,
that's right the world go round,
fools talk down,
real niggaz hold they ground,
Rich laid it down,
while he spark that pound,
I takes a toke hold, then of the smoke,
then I blows it out,
into the B-A-Y,
my niggaz aint G-A-Y,
this Frisco pimpin, representin gettin P-A-Y,
ya betta believe that.
*(Chorus)* x2
Verse 3 *(Hitman)*
Some one kid you fo a rap,
two for a hoe,
three for the fedi,
four since the show,
fo sho,
I been like strugglin an strivin fo doe,
an the eagerness I get, the sooner that it flows,
hoes try to keep me down the ladder,
but I'd rather keep climbin to make my pockets fatter,
an as they huddle an gather,
to come up wit a plan, to stuffs it in my hand,
that poultry man,
me an my click, the realest clan,
an there I stand,
as a completed soldier,
smaller the older,
likes phenomenon,
like John Travolta,
get in yo mind juss like minolta,
it's colder how we put pressure upon yo shoulders,
be leavin you blinded,
in these one times, we criminal minded,
an we stood to be reminded,
put it back,
we run this like Gulluvers Travels,
we unravel confrontations,
fo my niggaz we lost the battle,
snakes they rattle,
but we got mo game than the average,
insane 'cause we some savages,
wit the hap's of lettin you have it,
Fo the cabbage.
*(Chorus)* x2
Mo game than the average,
game in exchange fo some cabbage. Bitch. x3
Tłumaczenie piosenki
RBL Posse: More Game
Nie ma jeszcze tłumaczenia dla tego utworu
Bądź pierwszy i dodaj swoje tłumaczenie
Reklama
Reklama
Inne teksty wykonawcy
RBL Posse: More Game
-
Niggas On The Jock
- RBL Posse
-
Sorta Like A Psycho
- RBL Posse
-
Straight Lacin'
- RBL Posse
-
Strictly This Game
- RBL Posse
-
Funkdafied
- RBL Posse
Skomentuj tekst
RBL Posse: More Game
Pisz jako Gość
4000 znaków do wpisania
Twój komentarz może być pierwszy
Reklama
Reklama
Polecane na dziś
Teksty piosenek
-
Miłość jest ślepa
Sanah
„Kochanie mnie to jak pory roku Po miesiącach mroku Słońce świeci zza chmur Kochanie mnie to poza do skoku Nad przepaścią głęboką Potem już tylko w dół Kochanie mnie jak zima w pergoli Mró”
-
Genziara
Genzie
„mam pewność siebie, to praca nie dar oni mi piszą, że ja to mam fart przeżyłam tsunami, hejtu tyle fal nie mogłam już więcej dać, z siebie wiem, wiem najlepiej co na mnie stać jak gwiazda na nieb”
-
100 BPM - feat. Bletka
Kizo
„Nad miastem unosi się dym Dziś każdy porusza się w tańcu I serce wybija nam rytm Nie braknie nam promieni słońca Gdy mieni się golden hour Którego nie dotykasz końca Chce z Tobą tańczyć jak nikt”
-
Nie mówiła nic
EMO
„Znowu siedzę z sobą całkiem sam a jedno co jest pewne chciałem to mam o tobie trudno jest zapomnieć ot tak nie mówiła nic chciała z tobą być lubiła solo tańczyć aż po świt kochałem ją jak nik”
-
Pilnie oddam gruz
Daj To Głośniej
„Miałeś wyglądać jak Dicaprio miałam się wozić Twoim cabrio w basenie sączyć Aperole a Ty wyglądasz tak że ja, że ja Cię nie chcę Miałeś być jak z bajki pantofle, a nie stare najki gdzie mogę ”
Reklama
Ostatnio wyszukiwane
Teksty piosenek
Wybrane
Teksty piosenek
-
jesteś głupi
- Wiktoria Zwolińska
-
Антисемиты
- Владимир Высоцкий
-
Bed Chem
- Sabrina Carpenter
-
Wait For You
- Myles Smith
-
Bluza
- Dawid Grzelak
-
Location
- Miętha
-
Журавли
- Марк Бернес
-
Крепитесь люди скоро лето
- Олег Митяев - Крепитесь люди скоро лето
-
Slim Pickins
- Sabrina Carpenter
-
PO TEMACIE
- VKIE
Reklama
Tekst piosenki More Game - RBL Posse, tłumaczenie oraz teledysk. Poznaj słowa utworu More Game - RBL Posse. Znajdź teledyski, teksty i tłumaczenia innych piosenek - RBL Posse.
Komentarze: 0