Представляем точный текст композиции "Friends" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Z-Ro . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Friends» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Z-Ro передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Z-Ro - "Friends"
Lyrics to Friends : [Talking:] King of the motherfucking Ghetto, yeah This one right here, goes out to my real nigga Nate My nigga Grey-D, out that Pud Park Ride or die nigga, you know Im saying Its me and you, till the grave homie uh [Z-Ro:] I use to kick it with the people, I thought were friends There was no envy or jealousy, cause aint nobody have no ends But only time would tell, true character traits Cause the niggaz I figured to be real, turned out fake I remember we smoked sherms, just to pass the time Going hard as we did, no wonder some of us lost our mind Cause you cant think straight, on that good gorilla piss Especially by yourself, smoking five or six Formaldehyde takes over the mind, cant you understand If your partna go to tripping, remember he still your man Heard my friend, pulled a pistol on my friend in the hood Sobered up and apologized, sposed to been all good Chilling all together again, walking side by side Mr. Walker shot Mr. McCarly, bout eight or nine times I aint tripping, cause my niggaz living better yet hes blessed Half a calf muscle missing, shot everywhere but the neck And the head but still breathing, what a story to tell Now I get to see Mr. Walker, in Mr. State Jail How the hell Ima kick it with you nigga, you shot my G With a friend like you, we dont need enemies Trying to fall out of place, to explain his case None of my cellies could feel it, thats why they violated your face Tried to beef for me in the chow line, snuck up on me Cause I ride for Grey-D, like hes my one and only homie This is organized crime, when you fuck with me Better prepare to tip toe, when you touch the streets Hey, Im not a killer but dont rush me Cause I got a couple hundred motherfuckers, that wont let nobody touch me Im the Don now, but I remember the past Ridgemont hardheads ride or die for eachother, quick to blast Now its come to this, all I ever wanted was peace Never thought it be one of my own, trying to see me deceased On top of that, when you balling you got too many friends If it aint no cheese they leave damn, was it me or my ends Even women be getting in, where they fit The love affair is so legit, until you come home and she done split with all your shit Thats why Im so cold, towards people I meet Because of something that was done to me, by less than a G But nevertheless, Ill say it again Z-Ro the Crooked know the key to survival, is fuck friends [Hook:] Friends, aint no mystery why Z-Ro dont have them Friends, aint too many of em I can really depend on Friends, aint no mystery why Z-Ro dont have them Friends, they might be the reason for my bloody murder So fuck friends [ Friends Lyrics ]
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