Текст (слова) песни: Brotha Lynch Hung - Deep Down

[Brotha Lynch]

Yeah I could load a 9 up everyday, but why

My locc`s told me homie make them tapes

And keep that 24 block alive

But if I feel I`m in need, I got`s to ride

Carry a 9 for straight business, not just a side

Man it`s the night-mare, creepin up in the cut

I`m hittin dice games, barbeques, no matter what

The things I`ve seen`ll make ya throw up

Flaunt your flag, shoot your gats, hit your dank

Where I`m from that`s how ya grow up

Man it`s that wicked and 9 millimeter

Carrier bein stereo-typed daily

Ya got`s to feel me, foo it`s that baby

Killas run around everyday that`s why I`m strapped

Ya heard it I got my own back-fade

Out into the `lac and hit the city of Sac

Them homies given me that

But you got them fools that want a foe then

They wonderin why I`m carryin me a 12 gauge pump

Man I ain`t no punk

The average everyday thug that`s how it sounds

I`m defendin myself, and loadin that mili

And leaving em layin

[Chorus] X 4

Deep down, there`s a place for hope

[Mr. Doctor]

I guess it`s hard to explain why I`m feelin how I`m feelin

I guess I`m feelin sorrow cus my homies got some stealin

And foos would say that it`s my fault I bet

See cus I wasn`t strapped yo, but I can`t fuck my set

How could I know that them foos would blast?

Later on, on my folks

It`s funny how this bangin`s got its different strokes

I think about my loccs and how they made it

Though I`m stressin from the fact

They gotta suffer from a bullet hole

And Mr. Doctor just don`t have hope locc

It`s only been a month, since my last down partner got smoked

And rivals is deep, up in my city foo

Since I`m on the underground team, I can`t have no peace

My life is tore up so I guess I`m stuck

Yeah, I got my St. Ides, I`m turnin it up

To get drunk, then I post up on the street

While I say to myself, for the block

Homie rest in peace

[Chorus] X 4

[Brotha Lynch]

They say that ain`t the way to handle that type funk

But now I`m loadin up the strap, smokin on that blunt

Just cus the Brotha Hung is flag-up

What that mean, I can`t ride?

Why G`s up in my face, I`m bout to help them ride

I keep a low pro, drink the 4-0

And lounge until it`s time to go

Shinin up the forty-fo

Rollin up the boogey-boo, indo

And hopin if I should die, before I`m high

That they bury me in 50 pounds of chocolate thai

I got them homies from the south-side givin it up and

Them homies from the east-side slangin that stuff and

I`m right up in the middle tryin to hang on and

Tryin not to end up like them niggas doin time in the pen

But then again

I`m down for when the homies is ready to roll em up

You know, stick in a dark-blue cut

And as I`m creepin through ya set

Trip, don`t get caught up, shot up

The gardenblock locc`s, man we leave em layin

[Chorus] X 4

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Brotha Lynch Hung - Deep Down [Brotha Lynch] Yeah I could load a 9 up everyday, but why My locc`s told me homie make them tapes And keep that 24 block alive But if I feel I`m in need, I got`s to ride Carry a 9 for straight business, not just a side Man it`s the night-mare, creepin up in the cut I`m hittin dice games, barbeques, no matter what The things I`ve seen`ll make ya throw up Flaunt your flag, shoot your gats, hit your dank Where I`m from that`s how ya grow up Man it`s that wicked and 9 millimeter Carrier bein stereo-typed daily Ya got`s to feel me, foo it`s that baby Killas run around everyday that`s why I`m strapped Ya heard it I got my own back-fade Out into the `lac and hit the city of Sac Them homies given me that But you got them fools that want a foe then They wonderin why I`m carryin me a 12 gauge pump Man I ain`t no punk The average everyday thug that`s how it sounds I`m defendin myself, and loadin that mili And leaving em layin [Chorus] X 4 Deep down, there`s a place for hope [Mr. Doctor] I guess it`s hard to explain why I`m feelin how I`m feelin I guess I`m feelin sorrow cus my homies got some stealin And foos would say that it`s my fault I bet See cus I wasn`t strapped yo, but I can`t fuck my set How could I know that them foos would blast? Later on, on my folks It`s funny how this bangin`s got its different strokes I think about my loccs and how they made it Though I`m stressin from the fact They gotta suffer from a bullet hole And Mr. Doctor just don`t have hope locc It`s only been a month, since my last down partner got smoked And rivals is deep, up in my city foo Since I`m on the underground team, I can`t have no peace My life is tore up so I guess I`m stuck Yeah, I got my St. Ides, I`m turnin it up To get drunk, then I post up on the street While I say to myself, for the block Homie rest in peace [Chorus] X 4 [Brotha Lynch] They say that ain`t the way to handle that type funk But now I`m loadin up the strap, smokin on that blunt Just cus the Brotha Hung is flag-up What that mean, I can`t ride? Why G`s up in my face, I`m bout to help them ride I keep a low pro, drink the 4-0 And lounge until it`s time to go Shinin up the forty-fo Rollin up the boogey-boo, indo And hopin if I should die, before I`m high That they bury me in 50 pounds of chocolate thai I got them homies from the south-side givin it up and Them homies from the east-side slangin that stuff and I`m right up in the middle tryin to hang on and Tryin not to end up like them niggas doin time in the pen But then again I`m down for when the homies is ready to roll em up You know, stick in a dark-blue cut And as I`m creepin through ya set Trip, don`t get caught up, shot up The gardenblock locc`s, man we leave em layin [Chorus] X 4 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Deep Down: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/19544.html Все тексты песен: Brotha Lynch Hung » Brotha Lynch Hung - Deep Down » Brotha Lynch Hung - On My Briefcase » Brotha Lynch Hung - Secondz a Way » Brotha Lynch Hung - One of the Last » Brotha Lynch Hung - Friend Of Mine » Brotha Lynch Hung - The Corpse Came to Dinner » Brotha Lynch Hung - Situation » Brotha Lynch Hung - Thats What I Said » Brotha Lynch Hung - Frustrated » Brotha Lynch Hung - Tremendous » Brotha Lynch Hung - EBK4 » Brotha Lynch Hung - Situation on Dirty » Brotha Lynch Hung - Get Bacc Time » Brotha Lynch Hung - Walkin` 2 My Funeral » Brotha Lynch Hung - G-Status » Brotha Lynch Hung - Season of the Sick » Brotha Lynch Hung - 1 Die 1 » Brotha Lynch Hung - Feel My Nature Rize » Brotha Lynch Hung - I Went From » Brotha Lynch Hung - Suicide Note Рекомендуем скачать: » Александр Климушин - Догнать горизонт » Александр Сивухин - Эразмус (Сегун) » Александр Мирзаян - Еще раз к вопросу о HOMO SAPIENS, или что же мы такое есть » Андрей Козловский - Заходи, старик, заходи... » Александр Климушин - Сто лет... » Александр Король - Искусство предавать » Ада Якушева - Сегодня » Альфред Солянов - Шофер » Аквариум - Мертвые матросы не спят » Александр Городницкий - У девушки с острова Пасхи » Александр Марков - Убить дракона » Александр Галич - О том, как Клим Петрович сочинил научно-фантастическую колыбельную, укачивая своего племянника » Артем Щукин - Баллада о мыльных пузырях » Александр Градский - К стеклу прильнув лицом » Анэс Зарифьян - Свято место » Александр Вертинский - Кокаинеточка » Александр Колупаев - Случай на заправке » Александр Вертинский - Желтый Ангел » Альфред Солянов - Будто сирень в молоке... » Алиса - Дятел
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