Lyrics What Happened to That Dude - Z-RO
What
happened
to
that
dude,
what
happened
to
that
dude
What
happened
to
that
dude
He
was
bumping,
so
I
slapped
a
patch
up
out
that
dude
What
happened
to
that
dude,
what
happened
to
that
dude
What
happened
to
that
dude
He
was
bumping,
so
I
slapped
a
patch
up
out
that
dude
Y′all
fellas,
know
what
happened
to
that
dude
He
ran
up
in
my
face,
and
he
ruined
my
mood
I
couldn't
let
it
slide,
I
couldn′t
let
it
go
Couldn't
let
a
motherfucker,
play
me
for
a
hoe
Pulled
out
my
4-4,
and
I
just
bust
Nan
nigga
nan
bitch,
will
I
ever
trust
Unless
it's
my
people,
unless
it′s
my
kin
I
don′t
love
shit,
but
my
people
and
my
ends
Put
my
ends
in
my
safe,
in
a
safe
place
I
break
a
bone,
in
your
motherfucking
face
If
you
think
I
tell
a
story,
if
you
think
I'm
lying
Pull
out
my
iron,
and
I
commits
to
find
Have
a
nigga
falling,
off
of
his
game
If
I
hit
a
head
shot,
that′s
the
end
of
his
brain
Simple
and
plain,
ain't
it
This
tool,
will
leave
a
nigga
wig
painted
Know
what
I′m
saying,
I
couldn't
be
playing
I
sit
on
top
of
the
roof,
and
start
spraying
At
a
nigga
head,
leave
a
nigga
dead
Leave
him
bruised
and
red
We
don′t
give
a
fuck
mayn,
that's
a
clap
I
put
a
motherfucking,
clip
in
my
strap
Bust
at
your
back,
bust
at
your
front
Then
I
go
to
the
house,
roll
up
a
blunt
That's
how
I
do
it,
don′t
fuck
with
fluid
But
I′ma
be
fluent
like
fluid,
and
I
knew
it
One
day,
I
get
a
platinum
plack
If
you
running
up,
you
better
back
on
back
cause
What
happened
to
that
dude,
what
happened
to
that
dude
What
happened
to
that
dude
It's
your
boy
Z-Ro,
and
I′m
way
too
rude
I
had
to
do
it
like
that,
and
like
this
Had
to
break
a
bone,
and
make
a
motherfucking
wish
I
did
it
like
this,
and
I
did
it
like
that
A
nursery
rhyme,
and
still
broke
a
bitch
back
Like
that,
like
this
Hit
it
from
the
back,
and
don't
quit
Bitch
fuck
you
hoe,
I′m
all
about
my
dough
Standing
on
the
corner,
with
my
chrome
4-4
Maybe
4-5,
maybe
twelve
gauge
Trying
my
best,
just
to
make
the
front
page
Put
a
homicide,
on
worldwide
news
If
a
nigga
chase
me,
I'll
give
him
the
blues
Pull
out
my
motherfucking,
power
pellet
Roll
up
the
doja,
and
I
start
to
inhale
it
Now
I′m
feeling
fine,
I'm
really
feeling
fine
I
dropped
me
a
eight,
in
a
thunderberg
wine
Got
a
nigga
feeling
like,
I
lost
my
dog
Jump
in
my
bitch,
and
I
boss
my
hog
I
hit
the
streets,
the
streets
hit
me
back
I
checked
my
pager,
it
was
time
to
attack
The
motherfucking
dope
fiends,
time
to
get
money
I
want
my
bread,
I
want
my
honey
I
want
my
streets
of
gold,
for
I
can
walk
on
And
a
platinum
walkie
talkie,
I
can
talk
on
Man,
I'm
feeling
way
too
heavy
A
monster,
so
can′t
nothing
scare
me
I′m
unscareable,
it's
unbearable
Man,
when
you
hear
me
it′s
terrible
Cause
I
be
beating,
on
your
motherfucking
nerve
and
Might
be
in
the
Bourbon,
or
Excursion
It
don't
matter,
cause
I′m
riding
high
Leaning
to
the
side,
when
I'm
sliding
by
All
in
your
face
nigga,
slapping
Out
the
motherfucking
taste
nigga
That′s
how
it
go,
never
been
a
hoe
Try
to
take
what's
mine,
and
get
a
mouth
full
of
flow
Yeah,
oh
yeah,
I'm
feeling
that
Shit,
boys
get
the
shit
slapped
out
Your
motherfucking
ass,
what
3-2
say
Yeah
man,
you
bootleggers,
we
got
all
kind
Of
bootleggers
out
here
though,
you
know
I′m
saying
We
gotta
put
a
slap
into
them
dudes
You
know
I′m
saying,
these
niggas
that
sue
boys
For
150,000,
like
that's
hurting
my
highsing
Nigga
I′m
still
rising,
while
you
coniving
You
ain't
shining,
but
bitch
I
shine
like
a
light
All
day
all
night,
whether
gun
fight
or
fist
fight
Get
the
Roley
on
your
wrist
right,
bitch
1 Intro
2 Mo City Don
3 Tall Tale Of A G
4 Grindin
5 Eyes on N****s
6 Long Time
7 Never Take Me Alive
8 What Happened to That Dude
9 Up in My Face
10 Dirty Game
11 No Love
12 Like Jesus
13 Mo City Don (Regular)
14 Grindin' (Regular)
15 Never Take Me Alive (Regular)
16 Up in My Face (Regular)
17 No Love (Regular)
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