Z-Ro - Intro(Chopped|Explicit)
LRC歌词
[00:55.00]*Talking*
[00:55.00]S**t Z Ro the Crooked I know y'all
[00:55.00]Been waiting on this here yeah s**t
[00:55.00]R I P Big Mello Screw Mafio Big Boo Gator
[00:55.00]All the fallen soldiers man Southside
[00:55.00]Eastside Westside Northside know I'm saying
[00:55.00]All my partnas all your dead partnas
[00:55.00]But s**t I still feel stress still gotta get something
[00:55.00]Off my chest while these h*e n***as be doing what
[00:55.00]They be doing I don't know though s**t f**k it
[00:55.00]We gon stay two deep in a fo' do'
[00:55.00]Slow Loud And Bangin' all in my trunk
[00:55.00]Trunk full of funk I ain't never been a punk
[00:55.00]I blow on skunk I blow on doja
[00:55.00]Military minded I'm a motherf**king soldier
[00:55.00]Out the streets of the Ridgemont 4
[00:55.00]Not no b***h and say I still ain't a h*e
[00:55.00]Letting n***as know everyday of the year
[00:55.00]I pimp my pen and I get my point clear
[00:55.00]Why n***as wanna talk down I don't know
[00:55.00]Gotta take a trip to Akapoko from the 4
[00:55.00]With my 4 4 on my side when I ride
[00:55.00]Ready to do another homicide in a pine box
[00:55.00]And I'm gone n***a old glory
[00:55.00]I'm H Town to Cali just like Robert Horry
[00:55.00]If I do a murder flee the murder scene
[00:55.00]No missing shortage on the drank I can't find no lean
[00:55.00]From Southwest to Southeast b***h it's about war not bout peace
[00:55.00]N***a like me I'm bout knocking out teeth
[00:55.00]Know I'm saying I'll loose your grill
[00:55.00]A n***a coming down in the Coupe Deville
[00:55.00]Looking gravy looking real throwed
[00:55.00]I'ma be the n***a pulling over at the f**king cross road
[00:55.00]With my K on my side I'm ready to ride
[00:55.00]And if I gotta go it'll be a homicide
[00:55.00]Me and another n***a on the way to the Golden Gate
[00:55.00]A n***a like me can't wait
[00:55.00]Just to make it to another day
[00:55.00]Gotta get the big pay off so get the f**k out my way
[00:55.00]When I come around your corner so slow
[00:55.00]It'll be the n***a in the d**n Polo
[00:55.00]That's the ralph lauren jackers ain't barring
[00:55.00]Why I skipped the slab when I went straight to foreign
[00:55.00]Said it like I said it in the old school
[00:55.00]Some n***as they be red but Z Ro blue
[00:55.00]I come around your corner but I ain't set tripping
[00:55.00]But I will wet n***as and wet women
[00:55.00]With the calico I had to let a motherf**ker know
[00:55.00]That I come around your corner in a Lincoln four do'
[00:55.00]A fox photo cause I do it in a flash
[00:55.00]N***a watch out cause that could be your a*s
[00:55.00]I rhyme so long rhyme so strong
[00:55.00]I flex my biscep then I swoll on
[00:55.00]Get on the motherf**king bench
[00:55.00]And when the laws hit the corner I hit the fence
[00:55.00]They wonder where I went they keep looking
[00:55.00]I don't give a f**k like Tyson I keep hooking
[00:55.00]Or maybe like Lenox I'm strong to the finish
[00:55.00]I'm like the ghetto Popeye but I don't eat spinach
[00:55.00]I'ma keep going I keep on flowing just like the Nile
[00:55.00]Million dolla mouthpiece everytime I smile
[00:55.00]Lookin throwda n***a ask Trae
[00:55.00]Everytime he smile he can turn the night to day
[00:55.00]You can open up the pop and let the smoke come out
[00:55.00]We don't give a d**n bout a crooked a*s cop
[00:55.00]Crooked officer crooked officer
[00:55.00]Make a n***a wanna blow the badge off of ya
[00:55.00]Me and Dougie my motherf**king brother
[00:55.00]R I P to my motherf**king mother
[00:55.00]That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
[00:55.00]There's ten toes planted in my motherf**king shoe
[00:55.00]I gotta be a man hope you understand
[00:55.00]There's nothing but the work and the calico in my hand
[00:55.00]On a corner on the Ridgevan and I'm serving a fiend
[00:55.00]A real live B Boy and you know what I mean
[00:55.00]I be stacking up chips like Lego
[00:55.00]Dunk on a punk just like Calvin Kato
[00:55.00]Houston to the rocket a four peat like Comets
[00:55.00]I don't give a f**k good punch a b***h n***a make him vomit
[00:55.00]On the grind I'ma take a trip on Greyhound
[00:55.00]I be flying on a plane but the d**e is on the ground
[00:55.00]Headed to Lake Charles or headed to Lafayette
[00:55.00]Maybe off in Alexandria but I ain't finished yet
[00:55.00]I gotta make a h*e I 10 I sin
[00:55.00]Then I do it again
[00:55.00]I get my ends I'm in my motherf**king Benz e
[00:55.00]Got these h*es running round in a friendse
[00:55.00]I be busting full clips till they empty
[00:55.00]A piece of potent p***y might tempt me
[00:55.00]Rain is trying to send me to the Penitentiary
[00:55.00]The main reason why I ain't friendly
[00:55.00]I'm wired up but I ain't on no d**n slaughter
[00:55.00]Dejaun in the back and he got the camcorder
[00:55.00]Recording everything the 4's gon swang
[00:55.00]Still pulling up on Fondren and the Main
[00:55.00]Looking lovely got to look good
[00:55.00]I throw up Ridgemont 4 cause that's my hood
[00:55.00]Never been a h*e I'm letting h*es know
[00:55.00]I gotta get a f**king P L A T but first a G O
[00:55.00]L D a motherf**king plack
[00:55.00]I keep it straight and simple like that hit a b***h from the back
[00:55.00]And I use my motherf**king tool
[00:55.00]Make her say ouch when I hit her with the mule
文本歌词
*Talking*
S**t Z Ro the Crooked I know y'all
Been waiting on this here yeah s**t
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 s**t I still feel stress still gotta get something
Off my chest while these h*e n***as be doing what
They be doing I don't know though s**t f**k it
We gon stay two deep in a fo' do'
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 motherf**king soldier
Out the streets of the Ridgemont 4
Not no b***h and say I still ain't a h*e
Letting n***as know everyday of the year
I pimp my pen and I get my point clear
Why n***as 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 n***a old glory
I'm H Town to Cali just like Robert Horry
If I do a murder flee the murder scene
No missing shortage on the drank I can't find no lean
From Southwest to Southeast b***h it's about war not bout peace
N***a like me I'm bout knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying I'll loose your grill
A n***a coming down in the Coupe Deville
Looking gravy looking real throwed
I'ma be the n***a pulling over at the f**king 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 n***a on the way to the Golden Gate
A n***a like me can't wait
Just to make it to another day
Gotta get the big pay off so get the f**k out my way
When I come around your corner so slow
It'll be the n***a in the d**n Polo
That's the ralph lauren jackers ain't barring
Why I skipped the slab when I went straight to foreign
Said it like I said it in the old school
Some n***as they be red but Z Ro blue
I come around your corner but I ain't set tripping
But I will wet n***as and wet women
With the calico I had to let a motherf**ker know
That I come around your corner in a Lincoln four do'
A fox photo cause I do it in a flash
N***a watch out cause that could be your a*s
I rhyme so long rhyme so strong
I flex my biscep then I swoll on
Get on the motherf**king bench
And when the laws hit the corner I hit the fence
They wonder where I went they keep looking
I don't give a f**k like Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe like Lenox I'm strong to the finish
I'm like the ghetto Popeye but I don't eat spinach
I'ma keep going I keep on flowing just like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece everytime I smile
Lookin throwda n***a ask Trae
Everytime he smile he can turn the night to day
You can open up the pop and let the smoke come out
We don't give a d**n bout a crooked a*s cop
Crooked officer crooked officer
Make a n***a wanna blow the badge off of ya
Me and Dougie my motherf**king brother
R I P to my motherf**king mother
That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted in my motherf**king shoe
I gotta be a man hope you understand
There's nothing but the work and the calico in my hand
On a corner on the Ridgevan and I'm serving a fiend
A real live B Boy and you know what I mean
I be stacking up chips like Lego
Dunk on a punk just like Calvin Kato
Houston to the rocket a four peat like Comets
I don't give a f**k good punch a b***h n***a make him vomit
On the grind I'ma take a trip on Greyhound
I be flying on a plane but the d**e is on the ground
Headed to Lake Charles or headed to Lafayette
Maybe off in Alexandria but I ain't finished yet
I gotta make a h*e I 10 I sin
Then I do it again
I get my ends I'm in my motherf**king Benz e
Got these h*es running round in a friendse
I be busting full clips till they empty
A piece of potent p***y might tempt me
Rain is trying to send me to the Penitentiary
The main reason why I ain't friendly
I'm wired up but I ain't on no d**n slaughter
Dejaun in the back and he got the camcorder
Recording everything the 4's gon swang
Still pulling up on Fondren and the Main
Looking lovely got to look good
I throw up Ridgemont 4 cause that's my hood
Never been a h*e I'm letting h*es know
I gotta get a f**king P L A T but first a G O
L D a motherf**king plack
I keep it straight and simple like that hit a b***h from the back
And I use my motherf**king tool
Make her say ouch when I hit her with the mule