Представляем точный текст композиции "Welcome Back To The Ghetto" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Spice 1 . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Welcome Back To The Ghetto» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Spice 1 передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Spice 1 - "Welcome Back To The Ghetto"
Lyrics to Welcome Back To The Ghetto : [Chorus: Spice 1] Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands (Welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, wadin through my life (Its welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands (Its welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, wadin through my life (Welcome back to the ghetto) [Spice 1] Still livin day by day and thug niggas dont play Niggas thirty years old still out here slangin yay Goin dub for dub, same block, same corner Too much dr-a-drama out here in California Different time, different year but still the same place You ass niggas still throwin rocks up in your face Some niggas is still alive I stay in the cut Some niggas incarcerated, some niggas straight nuts Lost they mind somwhere in the game they confused Said about the life they livin walk in my shoes You cant, cause Ima rider hopelessly lost up in the thug world, fast cars and girls Gun cases, handcuffs, cops searchin me thorough Smokin weed liftin weights bitch places and girls Gotta stay strong, its not about how long you last Dont ever let them, jealous motherfuckers speak on your casket In the ghetto where niggas shoot it out in the rain Mobb Buckets, shattered headlights, hopes and dreams Wrote with schemes, niggas gettin smoked with beams Its hard to tell whos on the same team Welcome back to the ghetto [Chorus: Spice 1] Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands (Welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, wadin through my life (Its welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands (Its welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, wadin through my life (Welcome back to the ghetto) [Spice 1] Im worried about Ms Parker - that old lady she just sit on the porch in a rockin chair watchin niggas come up short She had a son three months ago shot and killed in cold blood on his way to the store Man you know - she used to wave to me, used to speak and say hi But now all she do is stare with that look in her eye Rockin back and forth with no facial expression I heard that she had a stroke from all her depression Workin hard all her life scrubbin toilets and floors And my nigga - he dont want his mama workin no more But the price for a better life they cost ya, ya own I guess thats why my nigga never made it back home In the ghetto front line where the game is ferocious Babies sleepin on the floor with the rats and roaches Momma cookin in the kitchen burnin the rice Im still makin sure the babies say they prayers at night In the ghetto [Chorus: Spice 1] Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands (Welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, wadin through my life (Its welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands (Its welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, wadin through my life (Welcome back to the ghetto) [Spice 1] Its a nice place to visit but you dont wanna live Little mini gangbangers, bad ass kids Eleven years old, they got the Mack 10 tucked Little shorty wanna be a thug anxious to buck Tryin to tell the little niglet, pick a book up and read he said the game was his teacher and the school was the streets I think its kinda selfish, everybody wanna million Buildin more jails and less schools for the children In the ghetto, where the niggas k-a-keepin it poppin You a veteran like me, a good job aint an option Who the hell is gonna hire a villian, an ex-con' Tattoos and stab wounds come back another time Scars on my wrists from handcuffs too tight Keep it gangsta but still manage to keep the Lord in my life Lord please tell Lucither he need to turn the heat down Im feelin the flames of hell underneath my feet now In the ghetto [Chorus: Spice 1] Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands (Welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, wadin through my life (Its welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands (Its welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, wadin through my life (Welcome back to the ghetto) [ Welcome Back To The Ghetto Lyrics ]
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