Z-Ro-Mo City Don
*talking*
Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y all
Been waiting on this here, yeah shit
R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator
All the fallen soldiers man, Southside
Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I m saying
All my partnas, all your dead partnas
But shit, I still feel stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, while these hoe niggas be doing what
They be doing, I don t know though, shit fuck it
We gon stay two deep in a fo do
[Z-Ro]
Slow Loud And Bangin , all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk, I ain t never been a punk
I blow on skunk, I blow on doja
Military minded, I m a motherfucking soldier
Out the streets, of the Ridgemont 4
Not no bitch, and say I still ain t a hoe
Letting niggas know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my point clear
Why niggas wanna talk down, I don t know
Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, from the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, when I ride
Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box
And I m gone, nigga old glory
I m H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Ory
If I do a murder, flee the murder scene
No missing shortage on the drank, I can t find no lean
From Southwest to Southfese, bitch it s about war not bout peace
Nigga like me, I m bout knocking out teeth
Know I m saying, I ll loose your grill
A nigga coming down, in the Coupe Deville
Looking gravy, looking real throwed
I ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking cross road
With my K on my side, I m ready to ride
And if I gotta go, it ll be a homicide
Me and another nigga, on the way to the Golden Gate
A nigga like me, can t wait
Just to make it, to another day
Gotta get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way
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