Представляем точный текст композиции "Time" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста 8 Ball . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Time» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую 8 Ball передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
8 Ball - "Time"
Lyrics to Time : 3 kids started off being friends to the end Growing up in a time that turned boys to men Carlo was the slick one, the little girls liked him And all the little niggaz in the hood, wanted to fight him But Carlo, main nigga James wasnt having that James had boxing game and left niggaz laying flat All of us 12 or 13 at the time Drinking cheap wine, and smokin brown bag dimes I was into writing rhyme in class at school Waitin for the bell to ring so we can go and shoot pool One day, some up the block niggaz came talking shit Bragin on they clique, and how many crews they click with Tryin to start some extra clip shit, them niggaz so for real James so cool to get with fucked his whole grill Carlo, that slick nigga pulled a 22 They got some heat too, what the fuck we gonna do' Bust and hit the backdoor, now we in the alleyway Running, heart pumpin fast tryin to see another day Blessed to escape the mayhem Time and time again, we escaped the mayhem [Talking] Yo, whats been goin on dogg' Man, that shit goin down dogg whats goin down with you' I done heard you got rich huh' You dont fuck around with us in the hood no more huh' You know its funny how shit changes, right' How life can loosen up a friendship thats so tight Years after all the horseplay and misdemeanor crimes Us being homeboys, didnt seem so fine Years of just fuckin around, rappin in the neighborhood Found me with a gold album, tryin to live my life good Carlo got popped with 8 keys in a minivan Somewhere in Tex, Arcan, doin about a hundred man That nigga James, straight cutthroat on them snouts Robbin dope boys, gettin what the fuck he want The game changed, now you gotta play with death Now I have to ask myself [Chorus:] Do you remember your childhood, back when You didnt have to have loot, to have friends Now its all about your benjamins, your cash flow And if a nigga fuck with that, he better know Time changed everything, between us And if I see you in the streets, I gotta bust You used to be a friend to me, one I could trust Now if you see me in the streets, you better bust One day, Im on my way to the studio, ya dig' Pick up a zip of hay, after I drop off my kids Flippin through the hood, seen James with his little crew Blue rags up, in a drop top Malibu Bloodshot eyes, I could smell the dip burnin Bumpin DJ Squeeky, flashin what the earnin He asked about Carlo, well what can I say' I write him when I get a chance, but I pray for him everyday Lookin at my ride, tellin me nigga you comin up Fuckin with that rappin stuff, I guess you just forgot about us Nah cat, it aint like that I gotta eat, thats when James clicked and pulled out his fuckin heat I hit the gas, he kept bustin till the clip was empty 17 shots, and didnt nothin hot nip me Quickly, grabbed my shit and opened it up wide The nigga on the passenger side instantly died James bailed, I gave chase, fuck the consequence If I let him live, hell start another incident 12 years ago, I never thought Id see the day Shit would ever be this way [Chorus] [ Time Lyrics ]
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