- Z-Ro RO龍鱗ONS網AZ 歌詞
- Z-Ro
- Chuuch chuuch (yeah), ay... [Chris Ward]
Now what you, bout those
Texan wire wheels
So clean on the scene, we make haters stop drop and roll like its a fire drill
Pimp C told you, that us
Texas boys fly and trill
Screwed Up
Clicksters, we keep it hood and ride for scrill
Glance at the roof top, its transformatic time baby
Blink twice, now its panoramic time baby
Take a good glimpse, you see them stars in the night
Now take another one, cause them stars in the night
Swang left then turn a right, wide circle then run alight
Im out of sight out of mind, you already know where my gun is right
I got them diamonds, pressing up against the wood grain steering
They glaring like the paint, so them jazzy bops is staring
Yeah they calling my issue pound, apple express way
A three and a pound apple crush, helps me express in the best way
So yeah Im leaning, off a hundred worth of that mud
Im golden,
Im holding in the place they see dot
Dub [Hook]
Im rolling on swangas, and smoking that good
One hundred dollas worth of drank up in my cup, it tastes so good
The jack boys watching me, but
I really wish they would
Hell yeah
Im a playa, but dont get it misunderstood
Cause Im rolling on swangas, and
Im looking so fly
All the women break they neck, watching me as
I pass by
And you can do it too, if thats really what you feel
No one on the corner, got swangas like us
We dont do regular wheels, not even if it's a truck
Yeah they free for me, for you they gon cost a couple bucks
So if you po hustling dog, you best to get your hustle up
I got swangas on my van, and swangas on my 300
And whichever one
Im in, you better believe
Im so blunted
I might be 8-7-3-2, down to flo in a pair of gators
* ***ie top
****ie bottom, and a fresh pair of
Chuck Taylors
Either way it go
Im so clean, and all of my diamonds bling bling
One deep for life, if you aint a weapon then you aint riding with me
And I only believe half of what
I see, and none of what
I hear Addicted to promethazyne with coedine, what the hell is a beer
We dont drink that over here, cause thats a no-no
I never tasted a
Corona, but
I can tell you all about that drank and that doe-doe
First the fresh meat then a yellow stripe, then a white wall
And thats why your woman head, go up and down all night dog [Hook] [Z-Ro]
Im a gangsta, by any means necessary
I wont be making love to your lil
Jodeci, Ima be doing you to
Street Military baby
So hood, I might put swangas on a
Mercedes baby
And my ride so clean,
I know you wanna have my baby baby
Thinking you gon take something from me, you must be crazy
Cause this gun
Im packing, is way bigger than your 3-80
And I aint a killer, but please dont push me baby
Cause real homies, know glocks dont have a safety baby
Im a legend in this game,
I know you heardof me
Z-Ro the Crooked,
Ill turn a peaceful place into a murder scene
My love is for the money, it damn sho aint for these hoes
And I cant forget about cars and clothes, thats all
I know As soon as a broad commit, she on her way back out the do
Since Im a pimp,
I dont want the booty all
I want is that do
Girl drop it off to daddy, then go out and get some mo
And bring it to 3rd
Coast Customs, the realest homies
I know [Hook]
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