Представляем точный текст композиции "Around My Way" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Jim Jones . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Around My Way» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Jim Jones передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Jim Jones - "Around My Way"
Lyrics to Around My Way : [Chorus] (Jim Jones) Around my wayyyyy (Ok this ya boy Jones aka Capo Status) Around my wayyyyy (Im about to take you through my way you know the projects and all that, Im from Harlem yall) Where the corners filled with sorrow (But I think ummm..) All the streets are filled with pain (every hood, every ghetto, every gutter, thats my way, you dig) Around my wayyyyy (I love it like that, straight like that, Eastside) [Verse 1: Jim Jones] Around my way is where this road started (Harlem!) This little wild motherfucker grew up cold-hearted, rolled the hardest (yeah!) And I was runnin all through the projects (Taff) Till I got caught up on some bogus charges brought up learnin loadin cartridge (lock and load) This little drama had dreams I used to run on the scene, gun in between stomach and jeans (jack move jack) Its only by the good of God, that we make it past 25 on my boulevard (and we still here) Hmmm and Lord knows my hood is hard Fuck around you could barred caught up on a gooder charge (that coke!) I fell in love with the sound of the blicker-blast (bldddddat!) I roll around in this town where these niggaz mad (Eastside!) Wit shifty plans, it gets me man How they try to get a kilo out of 15 gram Damn, damn I mean some say we trippin (why) Cause we rather stand on corners get our dollars of pitchin (thats right) [Chorus] (Jim Jones) Around my wayyyyy (Its do or die, hope my niggazll ride Its do or die, hope my niggaz survive) Around my wayyyyy (Its do or die, hope my niggazll ride Its do or die, hope my niggaz survive) All the corners filled with sorrow (yea) All the streets are filled with pain Around my wayyyyy (Harlem) (Hope my niggazll ride, its do or die hope my niggaz survive) [Verse 2: Jim Jones] By my way, these niggaz livin for the foul play (they greasy) Brothers gunnin, babies runnin this where the childs play (watch em) Puffin grass, cuttin class, jus tryin play my part (straight gs) Bustin Mags, dust and cash, jus tryin to play my mark (that money) Starvin nights, startin fights, jus like a trouble-maker (whats poppin!) Through the nights, blue and whites, hope they dont cuff and take us (fuck the police!) Pourin liquor, for my niggaz, the ones thats dead and gone (R.I.P.!) Loadin triggers, holdin blickers, so we can get it on (Blllldddddddaaaat!) Yeah, he we go buggin out I mean some are blooded-in But there aint no bloodin-out Im on that same bullshit my big buzzings is about Homocide, drive-by, loaded clips and spit em out Got birds for money, on the curb we hungry And I promise that my way is like a 3rd world country (fuck it!) We doomed for the cage (yeah!) I never let go of my ghetto, still shoot through my way Around my way [Chorus] [Verse 3: Jim Jones] I got some people, about my casaleo Te matan, tu madre like "Ay bendito" (dito!) No hable ingles, but they fuma llerbita Move with them heaters, in tune with my medas (demelo!) And to my goons and negritas Shout to my nigga El Lobo Who get in rojo and spit and the popo (que pasol!) Over bricks with them lobos The kid ill go loco and grip up the .44 and spit it like uh-oh (hey pato) Along the way, Im scoopin games in this manly fashion (thats right) And by the way, Im movin caine while Im blammer-blastin (fuck that) When will it change, the restraints to the man harrassin I gotta say I still love this shit Around my way [Chorus] [Outro: Jim Jones overlaping chorus towards the middle] Yeah, this one goes to my way All my Gs, all my soldiers Round my way keep ya head up We jus started, we bubblin Hun-15th and 7th Hun-15th and Lennox Hun-12th and 5th, the border of 1st Avenue Thats my way Whole Westside of Harlem Whole Washington Heights, all my Dominicans They all around my way You know, Chi-Town, K-Town Thats up there by my way, smell me Whole Ohio, Ackren, Colombus, Cinncinati Thats my way Whole New Jersey, Newark, them LBs Thats my way Shout outs to Patterson (Shags, Lulu) Thats my way Whole North-Cackalacka, Greensboro, come down there Thats my way Cant forget Miami, Day-County Thats all around my way Shout outs to Atlanta, down in Bank-Head, my niggaz down there in the Trap Thats my way Big shout out to Houston... [ Around My Way Lyrics ]
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