Представляем точный текст композиции "In My City" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Z-Ro . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «In My City» — 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 - "In My City"
Lyrics to In My City : [Hook - 2x] The things, thats on my mind When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city) Its the things, thats on my mind When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city) [Z-Ro] I bet you wanna know whats on my mind, when I be sliding by Mean mugging, relieving some of this stress dont fuck with me Youll get this beam, cause I aint trying to look in the rearview Cause if I done passed it, its forward march tired of living in the past bitch Wearing pain like its cologne, yall niggaz tell me to be strong But yall niggaz dont even know, what the fuck is really goings on After done-datta, searching for my throne I reign someday Heartless motherfucker, celebrate Black Sunday I blow dro, as the dirt covers the coffin up Life is so fucking hard, Jesus will it ever soften up Im tired of crying tears in my eyes, when I roll through And I dont trust nobody, thats why I act like I dont know you fools Yall niggaz might fuck around, and jack your dog Thats the reason why when we be chilling, my pistol still up in my palm Cause I done seen some fucked up shit, at the red light Quickly pass on get my ass on, and keep my head right [Hook - 2x] [Lil Boss Hogg] Im on a gangsta roll, in my two do Regal With four 12s in my trunk, thatll bump like a beetle Under the seat is the desert eagle, for you and your people Think you seen it the first time, this aint nothing but a sequel Niggaz is hating my Gs, keep skating my plates stay scraping I get most of my product, from Eses to Jamaicans Bandanas on my left antenna, and they cant standing The scene is abandoned, when the first shot is fired and landed Two deep sliding my mask on, really get my blast on Creeping on cowards cocked up in a Coupe, getting my sag on Lift the front end up, let the ass end just drag on Me and a couple of loc niggaz, up in a rag rome Five deuce and six zones, six treys and six fos BMG Bs down moves, tree tops and windows Penitentiary poems on fo dos, dipping in low lows Finger fucking my 4-4, on a bitch made nigga fo do [Hook - 2x] [Trae] Slow mo, when on the block 4s glide so gangsta Trunk banging and screens raining, let my top down tailored Nothing but money to make, sliding through the West Niggaz left me for dead, so now I be equipped with a vest I got my mug on mind frame, on leave me alone I aint gotta explain shit, you niggaz better get the fuck on I done beat the game, just like my brother would say If you keep them niggaz away, you live to see another day I had a hater watching me, (what happened to that boy) I caught him slipping, and committsed a clapping through that boy Im in hella-fied zone, trying to get my rhyme on If I cant fuck it, Ima still be breaking down zones From the bottom to the top, from the top back to the bottom Whatever they want whatever they need, believe I got em It aint no slowing down my hustle, with the block dried out Ima bleed every section, until the block bleed out [Hook - 2x] [Hook - 2x] [ In My City Lyrics ]
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