water
Chedda Bang Lyrics
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Black suit, 7:30, couple shooters from the trap
They done killed the homie brother
Whatchu supposed to do with that?
Who's gonna tell his baby mother that
Her dude ain't coming back?
That kind of pain is hard to put into a rap
The block is hot and can't nobody move a pack
Cut his tongue, hog-tie him, things we usually do to rats
What? Who gassed you up and threw a match?
Don't want police to line you up and you a match
Fool them clowns into thinking you a snack
Brought a gun to wash it down and
You can drink it through the tap
That's my reaction, now react
Now try to picture Malcolm X without the strap
If Meth Man could navigate the globe without a map
I could beat the pussy up without a scratch
Time ticking teams clicking, it's a
I'm trying to bury about a trillion
Meth Lab bitch catch us on ya
And when we coming, we be flowing likes it's water
Time ticking teams clicking, it's a
I'm trying to bury about a trillion
Meth Lab bitch catch us on ya
And when we coming, we be flowing likes it's water
I'm so ignorant, spend it before I make it make it
Pour salt on my food before I taste it
Pour salt in your wounds, right in the basement
All of us, statement, one vision
Rich dreams
Couple scars, I heal quicker than wolverine
Population, pink slips, quarter greens
Hood millionaires hide when the wolves out
Move with security, hold tight to your jewelry
That's my reaction, now react
Once your hood pass revoked, you never get it back
Benz's, Bentley's, nah nigga don't tempt me
Trust I got it on me, I'ma squeeze til it's empty
Lord forgive me, i need that new 550
With the cocaine seats, I'm so street
And when the police came, we don't speak
From my hood to your hood, ain't nothin sweet
Time ticking teams clicking, it's a
I'm trying to bury about a trillion
Meth Lab bitch catch us on ya
And when we coming, we be flowing likes it's water
Time ticking teams clicking, it's a
I'm trying to bury about a trillion
Meth Lab bitch catch us on ya
And when we coming, we be flowing likes it's water
The lyrics of Chedda Bang's "Water" tell a story about the ruthless and violent world of the streets. The opening lines describe a dangerous situation where someone is riding with a gun in their lap and a couple of shooters from the trap. The death of a friend's brother prompts the artist to question what one should do in such a situation, especially when it comes to informing the mother of the deceased's child. The rapper calls attention to the difficulty of expressing such pain in a rap song. The heat is on, and nobody can move drugs. The lyrics hint at an act of revenge by suggesting that if you're going to shoot someone, you should aim at their head. The artist appears to suggest that the treatment that rats receive is more humane than a human can expect in such situations.
The second verse talks about getting rich quickly and living the American dream, no matter the cost. The lyrics depict a world where people are willing to pour salt on their food without tasting it, and pour salt on other people's wounds, even in the basement. The rapper suggests that all of them have the same vision, which is to become rich quickly, with few injuries. The verse talks about the hood's millionaires hiding when the wolves are out, fearing for their lives. They move around with security and tightly hold their jewelry. The rapper mentions his desire for a new 550 car and cocaine seats before dealing with the cops on the street, choosing not to speak. The song's chorus is repeated twice, with the repetitive phrase highlighting that time is precious and should not be wasted.
Line by Line Meaning
Ridin' dirty, got a Ruger in your lap
Driving around with an illegal firearm
Black suit, 7:30, couple shooters from the trap
Dressed for a funeral and bringing armed accomplices from the drug dealing world
They done killed the homie brother
The singer's friend's brother has been murdered
Whatchu supposed to do with that?
The artist is unsure of how to react to the death of his friend's brother
Who's gonna tell his baby mother that
The death of the brother has left behind a mother and a child, and the artist is wondering who will break the news to them
Her dude ain't coming back?
He wonders how he can convey that the deceased is not returning
That kind of pain is hard to put into a rap
The pain and tragedy of losing a loved one is difficult to express through music
The block is hot and can't nobody move a pack
With law enforcement on high alert, selling drugs is impossible
When you shooting onsite, you aim the Ruger at his naps
When engaged in violent conflict, the artist aims for the opponent's head
Cut his tongue, hog-tie him, things we usually do to rats
The artist describes the brutal and inhumane acts his crew performs on those they perceive as enemies
What? Who gassed you up and threw a match?
The singer is questioning the motives of those who instigated violence
Don't want police to line you up and you a match
The artist warns against being caught and prosecuted for participating in violence
Fool them clowns into thinking you a snack
The singer advises acting meek to lower others' guard before striking
Brought a gun to wash it down and
The singer carries a gun everywhere, even when it isn't necessary
You can drink it through the tap
The singer is so violent that his anger contaminates everything around him, even the water supply
Now try to picture Malcolm X without the strap
The artist is wondering what Malcolm X would be like without his courage and strength
If Meth Man could navigate the globe without a map
The artist highlights successful figures and their unique abilities
I could beat the pussy up without a scratch
The singer boastfully claims his ability to fight without getting hurt
Time ticking teams clicking, it's a
The world is constantly changing, and the singer is part of a collective effort that's always on the move
I'm trying to bury about a trillion
The artist aims to create significant wealth
Meth Lab bitch catch us on ya
Referring to the show 'Breaking Bad,' the artist compares himself to the successful drug dealer protagonists of the series
And when we coming, we be flowing likes it's water
When they attack, it's like water flowing naturally
I'm so ignorant, spend it before I make it make it
The singer is aware of his financial recklessness and tendency to spend before earning
Pour salt on my food before I taste it
The artist has a bitter attitude and expects the worst in all situations
Pour salt in your wounds, right in the basement
The singer and his crew enjoy harming their enemies physically and emotionally
All of us, statement, one vision
The singer is part of a collective that shares goals and values
Rich dreams
The singer and his crew have aspirations of achieving significant wealth
Couple scars, I heal quicker than wolverine
The artist boasts his ability to recover from injuries quickly
Population, pink slips, quarter greens
The artist is part of a world where jobs and money are scarce
Hood millionaires hide when the wolves out
Despite their wealth, the singer and his crew are still in danger when fighting with other dangerous parties in their neighborhood
Move with security, hold tight to your jewelry
The singer advises being cautious in public and holding on to one's valuables
Once your hood pass revoked, you never get it back
The artist warns against losing respect and status in their neighborhood
Benz's, Bentley's, nah nigga don't tempt me
The artist is tempted by the luxury cars of the wealthy, but also acknowledges that they're out of his reach
Trust I got it on me, I'ma squeeze til it's empty
The artist is always armed and willing to use violence when threatened
Lord forgive me, i need that new 550
The singer craves a new luxury car, acknowledging the sinfulness of his desire
With the cocaine seats, I'm so street
The artist wants a luxury car with drug-related accessories
And when the police came, we don't speak
The singer and his crew never cooperate with law enforcement
From my hood to your hood, ain't nothin sweet
The singer warns against underestimating the rough nature of his neighborhood
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: CLIFFORD SMITH, JUAN ESTEBAN ARREDONDO, PASCAL ZUMAQUE, CHARLES D. WALKER, ANTHONY JARROD MESSADO
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Wenca Kunda
classic! love the beat love the flow..glad i got the meth lab
kspades52
method never lost a step.....incredible shit.
justice mattia
best track of the album meth is back tracks fire
Chris Rivera
Im forming a new Militia thats strictly against Mef haters. Tical Is and in my eyes Is the Best Album of all time. Not Ready to die. This man is The Greatest. period. I will work with this guy one day. I hope it happens, its going to be downright staph !
Mellie D
Fuck Yeh Method way to bring it man ..missed u, sick flows thank u xoxo
Nicky X
Track is dope gotta get that meth lab 💯
Auriel Greatness
this joint is super fiiiyah! word! mef stay dropping classickz.. salute to chedda bang too, he spit flamez!
Auriel Greatness
You already know Bro! Shttz flamez..
Chedda Bang
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Kendrick Cason
Best mix album of the year without a question Mr Meth 2015