Текст песни Mo City Don - Z-RO
Shit
Z-Ro
the
Crooked
I
know
y'all
been
waiting
on
this
here,
yeah
Shit,
R.I.P.
Big
Mello
Screw,
Mafio,
Big
Boo,
Gator
All
the
fallen
soldiers
man
Southside,
Eastside,
Westside,
Northside
Know
what
I'm
saying
All
my
partnas,
all
your
dead
partnas
But
shit,
I
still
feel
stressed
Still
gotta
get
something
off
my
chest
Why
these
hoe
niggas
be
doing
what
they
be
doing?
I
don't
know
though
Shit,
fuck
it
We
gon
stay
two
deep
in
a
fo'
do'
'Slow
Loud
And
Bangin",
all
in
my
trunk
Trunk
full
of
funk,
I
ain't
never
been
a
punk
I
blow
on
skunk,
I
blow
on
doja
Military
minded,
I'm
a
motherfuckin'
soldier
Out
the
streets
of
the
Ridgemont
fo'
Not
no
bitch
and
say,
I
still
ain't
a
hoe
Lettin'
niggas
know,
everyday
of
the
year
I
pimp
my
pen
and
I
get
my
point
clear
Why
niggas
wanna
talk
down?
I
don't
know
Gotta
take
a
trip
to
Akapoko,
from
the
fo'
With
my
fo'-fo'
on
my
side,
when
I
ride
Ready
to
do
another
homicide,
in
a
pine
box
And
I'm
gone,
nigga
old
glory
I'm
H-Town
to
Cali,
just
like
Robert
Horry
And
if
I
do
a
murder,
flee
the
murder
scene
No
missing
shortage
on
the
drank,
I
can't
find
no
lean
From
Southwest
to
Southeast,
bitch
It's
about
war
not
bout
peace
Nigga
like
me,
I'm
'bout
knockin'
out
teeth
Know
what
I'm
sayin',
I'll
loose
your
grill
A
nigga
coming
down
in
the
Coupe
Deville
Looking
gravy,
looking
real
throwed
I'ma
be
the
nigga,
pullin'
over
at
the
fuckin'
cross
road
With
my
K
on
my
side,
I'm
ready
to
ride
And
if
I
gotta
go,
it'll
be
a
homicide
Me
and
another
nigga
on
the
way
to
the
Golden
Gate
A
nigga
like
me,
can't
wait
Just
to
make
it,
to
another
day
Gotta
get
the
big
pay
off,
so
get
the
fuck
out
my
way
When
I
come
around
your
corner
so
slow
It'll
be
the
nigga
in
the
damn
Polo
That's
the
Ralph
Lauren,
jackers
ain't
barring
That's
why
I
skipped
the
slab,
when
I
went
straight
to
foreign
Said
it
like
I
said
it,
in
the
old
school
Some
niggas
they
be
red,
but
Z-Ro
blue
I
come
around
your
corner,
but
I
ain't
set
trippin'
But
I
will,
wet
niggas
and
wet
women
With
the
calico,
I
had
to
let
a
motherfucka'
know
That
I
come
around
your
corner,
in
a
Lincoln
fo'
do'
A
fox
photo,
'cause
I
do
it
in
a
flash
Nigga,
watch
out,
'cause
that
could
be
your
ass
I
rhyme
so
long,
rhyme
so
strong
I
flex
my
bicep,
then
I
swole
on
'em
Get
on
the
motherfuckin'
bench
And
when
the
laws
hit
the
corner,
I
hit
the
fence
They
wonder
where
I
went,
they
keep
looking
I
don't
give
a
fuck,
like
Tyson
I
keep
hookin'
Or
maybe
like
Lenox,
I'm
strong
to
the
finish
I'm
like
the
ghetto
Popeye,
but
I
don't
need
spinach
I'ma
keep
goin',
I
keep
on
flowin'
just
like
the
Nile
Million
dolla'
mouthpiece,
everytime
I
smile
Look
and
load
a,
nigga
ashtray
Everytime
he
smile,
he
can
turn
the
night
to
day
You
can
open
up
the
pop
and
let
the
smoke
come
out
We
don't
give
a
damn,
'bout
a
crooked
ass
cop
Crooked
officer,
crooked
officer
Make
a
nigga
wanna
blow
the
badge
off
of
ya
Me
and
Dougie,
my
motherfuckin'
brother
R.I.P.
to
my
motherfuckin'
mother
That's
the
Dorothy
Marie
McVay
Matthew
There's
ten
toes
planted
in
my
motherfuckin'
shoes
I
gotta
be
a
man,
hope
you
understand
There's
nothin',
but
the
work,
and
the
calico
in
my
hand
On
a
corner
on
the
Ridgevan
and
I'm
serving
a
fiend
A
real
live
B-Boy
and
you
know
what
I
mean
I
be
stacking
up
chips,
like
Lego
Dark
on
a
punk,
just
like
Calvin
Kato
Houston
to
the
Rocket,
a
fo'-peat
like
comets
I
don't
give
a
fuck,
good
punch
a
bitch
nigga,
make
him
vomit
On
the
grind,
I'ma
take
a
trip
on
Greyhound
I
be
flying
on
a
plane,
but
the
dope
is
on
the
ground
Headed
to
Lake
Charles,
or
headed
to
Lafayette
Maybe
off
in
Alexandria,
but
I
ain't
finished
yet
I
gotta
make
the
whole
I10,
I
sin,
then
I
do
it
again
I
get
my
ends,
I'm
in
my
motherfuckin'
Benzy
Got
these
hoes
runnin'
'round
in
a
frenzy
I
be
busting
full
clips
'til
they
empty
A
piece
of
potent
pussy
might
tempt
me
Rain
is
trying
to
send
me
to
the
Penitentiary
The
main
reason
why,
I
ain't
friendly
I'm
wired
up,
but
I
ain't
on
no
damn
slaughter
Dejaun
in
the
back
and
he
got
the
camcorder
Recording
everything,
the
fo's
gon
swang
Still
pullin'
up
on
Fondren
and
the
Main
Looking
lovely,
got
to
look
good
I
throw
up
Ridgemont
fo'
'cause
that's
my
hood
Never
been
a
hoe,
I'm
lettin'
hoes
know
I
gotta
get
a
fucking
P-L-A-T
but
first
a
G-O-L-D
A
motherfuckin'
plaque,
I
keep
it
straight
and
simple
like
that
Hit
a
bitch
from
the
back
and
I
use
my
motherfuckin'
tool
Make
her
say
ouch,
when
I
hit
her
with
the
mule
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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