Lyrics Here We Go - Z-Ro feat. Mike D
(Killa
Kyleon)
It's
boss
hogg
Kyleon,
and
I'm
fuckin'
wit
the
king
We
bout
to
drop
a
fo'
in
a
twenty
ounce
blue
cream
I
place
the
order
out
in
cali.
for
the
p.t.
We
get
money
while
you
niggas
still
asleep,
and
a
It's
three
in
the
morning,
in
the
kitchen
cooking
oz.s
Block
to
bleed,
niggas
to
feed,
if
I
drop'
em
on
12
comin
back
21
It's
80
sippers
out
the
book,
I
move'
em
one
by
one
See
my
hands
is
fast,
my
cook
game
raw
I
don't
need
no
pyrex,
gimme
a
coffe
mug
jar
And
I
whip
it
to
the
left,
whip
it
to
the
right
Move
it
all
around
till
they
cook
it
air
tight
Let
it
dry,
pop
it
out
the
jar,
straight
to
the
scale
Wrap
it
up
in
plastic,
straight
to
the
mail
It's
boss
hogg
Kyleon,
nigga
Mike
D
Bleeds
the
block
cuz
I
am
the
streets
(Chorus:
Z-Ro)2x
Here
we
go
Kyleon
and
the
King
of
the
Ghetto
Nigga
we
ain't
got
no
love
for
you
hoes
All
we
tryna
do
is
keep
collecting
dough
Go
get
it,
and
come
back
get
that
white
as
snow
Candied
doors,
yeah
they
open
up
and
close
Run
up
on
us
bitch
you
won't
run
up
no
more
Cuz
we
will
slide
yo
bitch
ass
across
the
flo,
flo,
flo
(Z-Ro)
I
know
y'all
rappers
can't
stand
The
fact
that
I'm
back
fresh
outta
jail
Also
focused
on
nothin
but
makin
my
mail
Ain't
got
no
time
to
waste,
cuz
the
rap
game
is
damn
near
dead
Kyleon
and
the
King
of
the
Ghetto,
came
to
raise
rap
from
it's
death
bed
Every
song
they
play
on
the
radio
is
bullshit
homie
Them
niggas
got
they
blow
up,
but
we
got
that
good
shit
homie
Matter
fact
you
might
even
overdose
Cuz
I've
been
known
to
cause
blood
clots
I
should
been
known
to
be
a
killa,
but
a
bitch
killa
I
never
was
not
I've
always
kept
it
real,
even
when
everbody
around
me
was
fake
They
don't
make
like
me
no
more,
my
kind
don't
break
under
pressure
It's
death
before
dishonor
nigga
So
that
means
before
a
rat,
like
mickey
mouse
I'll
be
another
job
for
the
grave
digger
I
ain't
going
back
behind
the
fences
with
the
razors
If
I'm
locked
up
in
the
penitentiary,
I
can't
make
no
paper
So
the
last
time
I
went,
was
the
last
time
I'm
ever
gone
be
in
Instead
of
a
5 by
6 cell
then
a
big
brick
home,
thats
what
I
live
in...
(Chorus:
Z-Ro)2x
Here
we
go,
Kyleon
and
the
King
of
the
Ghetto
Nigga
we
ain't
got
no
love
for
you
hoes
All
we
tryna
do
is
keep
collecting
dough
Go
get
it,
and
come
back
get
that
white
as
snow
Candied
doors,
yeah
they
open
up
and
close
Run
up
on
us
bitch
you
won't
run
up
no
more
Cuz
we
will
slide
yo
bitch
ass
across
the
flo,
flo,
flo
(Z-Ro)
Now
every
time
I
ride,
I
got
a
pistol
on
my
side
Screwed
Up
Click
until
it's
over
on
the
Southside
I
keep
my
mind
on
my
money,
and
money
on
my
mind
I
ain't
got
no
time
no
play,
I'm
on
a
24
hour
grind
Haters
wanna
see
me
fallin
off
of
my
game
They
hatin'
cuz
when
they
see
me
I'm
havin
thangs
Dig
these
blues,
if
you
jack
me,
I'm
jacking
you
back
24/7
on
my
clothes,
I
keep
my
hand
on
my
strap...
(Killa
Kyleon)
See
I'm
somethin
like
a
playa,
somethin
like
a
pimp
Gangsta
strut
on
when
when
I
limp
like
this
Is
re-turn
of
rapper
slash
the
hood
fella
Lookin
for
a
rap
to
get
my
groove
back
like
Stella
Still
got
a
sack
of
that
A-1
good
yella
With
a
baby
glock,
ready
to
rock
up
out
fellas
Hit
me
on
the
cella,
ain't
a
damn
thang
change
Yeah,(you
know
me)
nigga
I'm
still
the
drank
man...
(Chorus:
Z-Ro)2x
Here
we
go
Kyleon
and
the
King
of
the
Ghetto
Nigga
we
ain't
got
no
love
for
you
hoes
All
we
tryna
do
is
keep
collecting
dough
Go
get
it,
and
come
back
get
that
white
as
snow
Candied
doors,
yeah
they
open
up
and
close
Run
up
on
us
bitch
you
won't
run
up
no
more
Cuz
we
will
slide
yo
bitch
ass
across
the
flo,
flo,
flo
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