Текст песни Passenger Side - Slowed - Z-RO

Motherfucking Z-Ro
Tired of this motherfucking passenger side man
When I′ma drive?

Living in the passenger side
I want to be the driver but I continue to ride
Will the game recognize me as the best? I go from home to the dome
If I'm the king, why they don′t give me my throne?
Living, living in the passenger side
I want to be the driver but I continue to ride
Will the game recognize me as the best? I go from home to the dome
If I'm the king, why they don't give me my throne?

Living in the passenger side, a way of life
We′re in cheves today, because the murderers pay tonight
They tell me I′m a profit when I'm pimping my pen
But my immediate surrounders got me living in sin
Living, living in the passenger side, a way of life
We′re the chevies today, because the murderers pay tonight
Tell me, tell me I'm a profit when I′m pimping my pen
Imme-immediate surrounders got me living in sin

I put my faith in a fifty dollar bottle of drink
My focus, focus choking smash on the throttle, and thank the Lord–
For giving me another way to get paid
King of the motherfucking ghetto where these guns get sprayed

Whether I'm fucking with a bitch, I′m breaking benz see lunch
But it's either that or you can't point us casualties when we dump
Pain, pain is a motherfucker guard me without a dot
Just like a murder scene without a victims hotter, stemzine

Like my face can′t place at the scene of the crime
Multiple shots, shots never saw me but saw the beam of my nine
So rather living as a thug until they give me my credit
The throwdest, throwdest baby don′t you forget it, meanwhile

Living in the passenger side
I want to be the driver but I continue to ride
Will the game, game recognize me as the best? I go from home to the dome
If I'm the king, why they don′t give me my throne?
Living, living in the passenger side
I want to be the driver but I continue to ride
Will the game recognize me as the best? I go from home to the dome
I'm the king why, king why they don′t give me my throne?

Living in the passenger side
I wanna push a 6 double O, but poverty refuse to let me drive
I wonder why drug dealers and killers live plush
Niggas, niggas have a tendency to give up
(Do I–) Living, living in the passenger side
I wanna push a 6 double O, but poverty refuse to let me drive
I wonder why drug dealers and killers live plush
Niggas, niggas have a tendency to give up

Do I have to sell my soul? Forever living in sin
But the price, the price I got to pay to take a spin in the benz
I'd rather stay a poor nigga, fire, fire gon′ burn
No hesitation through my dirt and then my tires gon' turn

See, I'm living on the passenger side
Visualize I′m coming bombing a condo with black lacquer inside
A long, long time coming, but I′m finally made
Me, me and my niggas, and now we finally paid

Yeah life is gravy, but I want right to the throne
Cause reggae, reggae, R&B, or rap, I write to the song
Cold, jiggy bitches ain't nothing to me, I slap them down
Real niggas move around cause it ain′t nothing to see

'Cause I′m living in the passenger side
I want to be the driver but I continue to ride
The game, game recognize me as the best? I go from home to the dome
The king, the king, why they don't give me my throne?
Living, living in the passenger side
I wanna be the driver but I continue to ride
Will the game recognize me as the best? I go from home to the dome
The king, the king, why they don′t give me my throne?

Living in the passenger side
I've been incarcerated plenty of times
Never once did they let me slide
I guess it's because of the dark skin I have
Ain′t no telling when I release the black Mac 10 I have
(Is it a–) Living in the passenger side
I′ve been incarcerated plenty of times
Never once did they let me slide
I guess it's d-d-d-d-dark skin I have
Ain′t no telling when I release the black Mac 10 I have

Is it a hundred mile motherfucking animal?
Gasoline around your residence cause it's flammable
Genocide, I get banned on that, I stand on that
You′ll catch me by su–by surprise baby 'cause I planned on that

And even worse than that, to make me feel low
My s-s-skin is a murdering bust the fucking door
Now if I had three wishes, what would be the first?
To bring back all my people that done rolled in the hurt

Say hello to my mother we up in paradise
Well, reality-lity is full of leeches and parasites
I keep it real with the game, so I report what I see
And tell the chairs of the passenger plus the driver seat (nigga)

Living in the passenger side
I want to be the driver but I continue to ride
Will the game recognize me as the best? I go from home to the dome
The king, the king, why they don′t give me my throne?
(Gimme, gimme my motherfuckin' dome, man) Living, living in the passenger side
(Tired of this motherfuckin' passenger side, man) I want to be the driver but I continue to ride
Will the game recognize me as the best? I go from home to the dome (′Bout to shift gears no mo′)
If I'm the king, why they don′t give me my throne?

2k1, motherfucking Z-Ro the Crooked
Thou can't stop me nigga
Motherfucking energizer, feel that
S.U.C. for life, south sive for live, uh