Lyrics:
rapping the gangsta shit this nigga goes hard, plex
(Chorus - 4x)
Plex, time to have plex
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta from the barrel of me tech
[Z-Ro]
Rolling by my
[Z-Ro]
Niggas be screaming Z-Ro, how does it feel to be a ceo
But I don't know, cause I can't get a set of keys to the studio
And I know my fanbase
once again forever it's understood
State to station, and we wrecking the radio
We cooking the airwaves to Don and Z-Ro
Too many haters be offending me
too real, two tone green
Four fifteen, six inch screens and Bentley grill
Sandra Hill, Sammy Sosa, I'm out livin la vida loca
E.S.G., Z-Ro, Big Moe, you
[Hook: Peaches & Z-Ro (Z-Ro)]
Too many problems on my mind
(on my miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind)
They wish I just started, to be a full time grind
I'm just
name
I think you made me fall in love again
[Z-Ro - over Chorus]
Okay
Screwed Up Click
Yeah
[Z-Ro]
Whenever you need a nigga call me up I'm
Ay-aiyyyy, if only for one
Nah, niiight, niiight, niiight, niiiiiight
Ahh one night, if only for one... niiiiiiiiight"
[Chorus One: Z-Ro] +
(Chorus)
Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game
Cause a nigga from the hood that done looked some good
Now they all want to jock my fame
the fact
That Trae and Z-Ro earn stacks back to back
Nigga we still in the hood - ride around
Trippin with the steel in the hood
I remember we use to steal
never shed a tear
Cause they don't love a nigga here
[Z-Ro]
American me, could it be my own
War is out to murder me
I'm ready to kill, and I'm ready
and see me motherfucker, I'ma show you how to ride
[Hook]
(*talking*)
How many niggaz wanna ride tonight, fucking with Z-Ro
It's fa sho, to be
[Z-Ro]
Bout time, they opened up the do' for Z-Ro
Cause I've been dropping hits, since ten years ago
Trying to do it legal, and not slang yayo
If
sting like a wasp
Z-Ro paid the cost, to be the boss
Me and my niggas
Use to be thicker than sauce
Now, they don't even come to the house
I'm drowning in
Z-ro must be out his mind
Think I let'em rap on my song
Then my song won't even be my song
We can't let that nigga shine
If we do, the real
Can you sing with it
Can you pronounce a word with it na nigga
Z-Ro the Crooked Guerilla Maab nigga
Trae, Z-Ro my nigga Pot Belly in this bitch
No love
[Chorus: Big Moe, HA.W.K., Z-Ro]
[H.A.W.K. and Z-Ro]
Po it up
[Big Moe]
Yeaaaahhhh
[H.A.W.K. and Z-Ro]
Let yo mine be free
[Big Moe]
Let me
Rest in peace, Big Mello, we gon' miss you, nigga
Man, I done lost so many homies, I need tissue nigga
Taking million dolla pictures, me and all
Rest in peace, Big Mello, we gon' miss you, nigga
Man, I done lost so many homies, I need tissue nigga
Taking million dolla pictures, me and all
We're running out of time, too many of my people dying
[Z-Ro]
Day by day it's more impossible, to hold on
I'm going head up with the shadow of death,
(Paul Wall 1st Verse)
When you up, you up
And when you down, you down
But when you fall off
Just peep out who still come around
And ain't too many
me touch
Your noggin y'all, that's who I am nigga fuck you
[Z-Ro]
Don't worry my nigga, I'm coming to make your bail
Wait a second, how this buster
walking with, there's some behind you too
Don't want us to trip, you don't wanna see this extended clip
Be on the lookout for Z-Ro and Lil' Flip, this is
Screwed Up nigga
Will-Lean, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)
B.G. Duke, you riding
(Yeah I'm riding)
Z-Ro, you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)
Point Blank, you
up
It's just one too many niggas got cars and no land
One too many niggas with cash and no plan
One too many niggas that's tryin to MC
That's one
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