Представляем точный текст композиции "Wake Up" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Z-Ro . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Wake Up» — 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 - "Wake Up"
Lyrics to Wake Up : (*talking*) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up The ghetto motherfucking alarm clock Wake up nigga [Z-Ro] Lord forgive us for sinning, give us this day and our daily bread Cause if a nigga dont call you back when you beep him, he might be dead Look at this world we living in, everybody got a bad attitude and a glock Seem like we living just to become a victim, of a random shot Everytime I turn my back, another yall motherfuckers turn and crack It seem like just yesterday, a young nigga stepped up to the plate and Learn to bat, military minded at a early age bread to live in a murder maze I dont wanna go to the early grave, a motherfucker like me Ready to murder maze, I wanna go to heaven but not right now Bout to pushing infrared like dimes, what you wanna do it like that I can play eight to the Penn, cut your lights off right now Mean what I say and I say what I mean, nigga like me dont play with a beam When I pull my gun, then Ima use my gun And I aint tripping, Ill put you in a murder scene But I try to stay humble, and hold what I got Never let a nigga know what I got, keep my bidness to my own So dont bring none of that there, to my home I love my people, and thats a fact But I wanna know, wheres the fucking love at I dont wanna put a motherfucker, in the grave But I will to keep on, keeping on busting back [Hook - 2x] Wake up before you get caught up Dont keep on selling your soul, until your life bought up And my eyes on the prize, and never fall off the straight and I roll When you slip, hollow tips are sharper than an arrow [Z-Ro] I decided August 31, 1999 Theres no more time for fake partnas, theres only time for my grind All of my friendships came about, because of the verses I say That nigga Z-Ro got partnas, but what about Joseph McVey Everytime Im on the microphone, nigga wanna tag along Wanna see me, when I do my song Or when a nigga be smoking the marijuana, and the dope all gone A nigga right back, all alone I had to regulate, or be surrounded by fakes At all times looking over my shoulder, but I came out of that as I got older Cause I realized, if its written scriptures dont lie Thats why Im thugging cause life is a bitch, and then a nigga die I rap about the struggle, cause balling is foreign to me Z-Ro be t-shirt and Dickies, aint no Ralph Lauren you see Cause every dolla that I make, is a dolla well earned And Im putting it back in the game, to sco some crack And a strap, to dip sherms Hopefully I can make it, to see the sun rise Fiending for them back in the days, of hide and seek And throwing mud pies [Hook - 2x] [Mussilini] Bout to swang by that sun, is wait for me be right back Ima roll a optimoe fat as a wiener, and light that Cause it seems I cant confine without, clutching a sack Puffing the sho dipping the black, or raping the track And I be tripping and sipping, and pimping this rap Im writing my rhymes, through my fettys no slack Im ready to the sell the, the better my chedda Tell her to the fella, I doubts the shredder A better competor, I dwell Ima get her Better get fella, I sell-a my yella To hella thoed nigga, that wreck accapella The fella that tell it, nobody he got em He got em and shot em, and dont talk about em Plotted and followed, to get where I started Out of my product, the plot of my problem Got off my bottom, to talk to my father My ceiling is ending, my ending is finished These women keep grinning, to swim in my linen Im tilling my bidness, the bidness Im tilling Im tilling my bidness, the bidness Im tilling Whats up whats up, had lean in my cup Been asleep ten years, and I just woke up The alarm on slow, all my ten minutes up Gotta make my bed, gotta watch my butt Gotta clean my room, gotta iron my stuff Gotta wash my car, gotta shine my buck Gotta change my oil, cause the road is tough Keep my eyes on the road, and dont slow up [Hook - 2x] [ Wake Up Lyrics ]
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