Представляем точный текст композиции "Who Could It Be" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Z-Ro . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Who Could It Be» — 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 - "Who Could It Be"
Lyrics to Who Could It Be : [Hook - 2x] Who could it be (who could it be) But that M double A-B (but that M double A-B) And were sho nuff gon shine (and were sho nuff gon shine) Making everybody lose their mind (everybody losing they mind) [Trae] The same niggaz on the block, wrecking it wont stop We bout to head to the top, cocked dropping the top With glocks ready to box, somebody bout to get dropped Fuck around with the Maab, you fin to get shined out Do you really, wanna fuck around wit us Come out of the trunk, with a AK with us Better watch out for brains, you got a one hitter quitter Nigga we the Southside, H-Town mob figgas Raw niggaz, on the block affiliated with drug dealers Go getters, and a hundred percent thug niggaz You dont wanna step to us, you getting hugged nigga On the microphone with flow, you get drugged nigga You better get somewhere, you cant block the shine Im ready for any nigga, that wanna get out of line Ill tell you one mo time, you better respect my mind When a red light shine, go and lay it down Who the niggaz that wanna talk down Who the bitch that wanna hate, Im fin to sweat up they face Me and Doug and Ro, up on a paper chase Trying to get it like a fiend, with a top case In the race we done did that, candy blue In the lap, wearing a black hat fuck that Somebody fin to get done, till everybody be gon And nigga, we number one [Hook - 2x] [Dougie D] Ima give it to you live, Ima give it to you raw I aint even fin to play, with you motherfuckers Im a motherfucker, thatll be packing a glock Taking em out with red dots, Im a head busta Ima Maab out Ima ride out, no doubt Making motherfuckers slide out, need to hide out Fuck around with the wrong nigga, pull the nine out Leave a motherfucker crispy, burned and fried out Does the Dougie give it out, mmm-hmm Like a nigga be smoking up on, good green fur Fucking em up in the first round, yes sir Im just so cold, I make a nigga say burr Gripping a round, me and my dogs get bucked With the Lil ClChe, still ready to get crunk We M double A-B, now little bitch what On a treaty the microphone, we aint no punk Dougie D so thoed, and they already know The Trae and the J Z-Ro, the By-Bo Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun I got a king folk right, that be dropping a bomb I got a click of motherfuckers, putting words on the run And when you thought it was over, nigga it just begun And when you hear this shit, nigga dont you bump When you feel you ready, nigga then come get some [Hook - 2x] [ClChe] Got em all asking, who could it be That Guerilla M double A-B, and C-L-C-H-E The classified lady, sho nuff Watch me shine up on the scene, make em all say their so thoed Sitting back on these hoes, thats trying to out do my flows And all I wanna do is get the key, and open the do For my Southeastern pros, fuck it lets show em that we could Swang the 4s, Im on a mission steady trying to get the cream Maab deep, with the KMJ killa team Doing things, making mo money than you ever seen While you watching me, on your big screen BET or MTV, posters hanging at your local grocery Now everybody know me, ClChe make you lose your mind Everytime you jam a Maab c.d., the Classifieds on your mind Southside I bring it to you live, so please dont underestimate me Or my niggaz Trae, Dougie D and Z-Ro sing the hook for me [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] Who could it be, blowing on doja Consuming codeine, cause Im just a soldier That stays on his grind, chasing that feddy These fellas they aint ready, they lightweight and Im heavy The Mo City Don, king of the ghetto I keep dropping bombs, cause I just cant let go Im thoed in the game, hydro or that do-do Catch Z-Ro in slow-mo, Z-Ro not no hoe thogh I swang and I swerve, like Tony Montana My balls are my word, come down your chimney like Santa And put you to bed, for talking down on a O.G Really though yall dont know me, I will make you die slowly [Hook - 3x] [ Who Could It Be Lyrics ]
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