Текст песни Still In The Hood - Z-RO

Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game
'Cause a nigga from the hood that done looked some good
Now they all want to jock my fame
But when I'm coming down in my Foreign
And I'm rolling one deep that should tell you about me
I don't give a damn about none of you hoes
I blast on sight 'cause I ain't tripping no more

Nigga I'm tired, this drama got me booted and fried
At least I got records in the store bitch nigga, you getting dried
Steady running around rapping and capping and talking shit
I got gorillas everywhere, be careful who you walking with
Southside, south-sid for live, wouldn't want to be you
Be running up on you, closed casket, nobody gonna see you

Bitch it's over, barely with Barber behind me in the rover
My partner from Mercy told you we gon' get you if we owe you
Military minded, I'm a S.U.C. soldier
Don't want it if it's hard 'cause the south lets you see over
I'm trying to keep my head on, but it's rolling off my shoulders

When I lost my people goddamn, my heart was pumping colder
Shedding crocodile tears, man folks feeling this pain
And left a stain in my brain so I'm cracking like a window pain
On the edge, having a conversation with my infrared
All these fuck niggas can get it, two to the head and get dead

Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game
'Cause a nigga from the hood that done looked some good
Now they all want to jock my fame
But when I'm coming down in my Foreign
And I'm rolling one deep that should tell you about me
I don't give a damn about none of you hoes
I blast on sight 'cause I ain't tripping no more

It's the return of Z-Ro the Crooked, busting heads strictly for cash
Taking out contracts on haters with a beam and a mask
You can run, you can hide but it ain't no escaping
I'm a trendsetter with a beretta, for real, it ain't no faking

I done showed up, then I poured up, then I blowed up like heats
Diamond slugs up on my teeth, I done been violent, fuck the peace
I got a slug for these haters that's approaching me wrong
Let them mash off in first class, there ain't no coaching my song

Hydro-V to the dome, with it on back to the chrome
I'm kind of quick to click so get gone or catch one to the dome
Mo-City Texas that's my home, but I can roam all over
So it's ghetto, love these cats gon' get me full up, on sober

Real recognize real, and the fake gone fade away
Use to selling drugs to get that pay, but god done made a way
For me to stack my ends, my paper, my moola, my fetty
And took this world by surprise, I knew you hoes wasn't ready

Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game
'Cause a nigga from the hood that done looked some good
Now they all want to jock my fame
But when I'm coming down in my Foreign
And I'm rolling one deep that should tell you about me
I don't give a damn about none of you hoes
I blast on sight 'cause I ain't tripping no more

Remember back in '94 they used to laugh at me team
Now it's year 2k2 women be after me, team
But fuck a female, it's all about my retail
On tapes and CDs they was capping, I stay making daily breakers

Seen me, and they chose to make tapes, up on the stage
It used to be all about hooping now I'm all about getting paid
Getting laid, I can miss it, I'd rather have my digits
Trying to get up on me a stack, taller than the tallest midget

I've more bitches than a red nose pit, with his mouth foamin'
I be platinum 'fore it's over bitch, I put the South on it
You should put your mouth on it, if you ain't then zip it up
Get off my dick bitch, right quick because I'm about to rip it up

And for no reason at all, it's fuck y'all
Fuck around and get to busting so you best to duck dog
I've been going through a whole thing, every day
So I don't give a damn if you get chose, man
I got this K, and I don't play

Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game
'Cause a nigga from the hood that done looked some good
Now they all want to jock my fame
But when I'm coming down in my Foreign
And I'm rolling one deep that should tell you about me
I don't give a damn about none of you hoes
I blast on sight 'cause I ain't tripping no more

Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game
'Cause a nigga from the hood that done looked some good
Now they all want to jock my fame
But when I'm coming down in my Foreign
And I'm rolling one deep that should tell you about me
I don't give a damn about none of you hoes
I blast on sight 'cause I ain't tripping no more

Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game
'Cause a nigga from the hood that done looked some good
Now they all want to jock my fame