Z-RO lyrics : "Baller Please"
[Hook x4:]
I wanna be, a baller please
But the (*##$es and the liquor, keep on calling me
[Z-Ro:]
I wonder if I'm blessed, cause I'm still here
And I wonder if heaven's any different, cause in hell the blood spill hits
Got a ^!$$%, fiending for his last breath
Too many of my partnas beneath me, because a (*##$ made ^!$$% blasted
Too many features in songs, tell me why I ain't got no home
Penitentiary grown, cause I roam with a pocket full of stones
I wanna live my life, but my life ain't worth the living
Cause while I'm dreaming about a Benz, even a houpe ain't driven
Headed for prison, but mama I'm alright with that
Strapped down with a shank in my tank, hit ^!$$%z all night with that
And it ain't no love left, $#&@ all of my foes and friends
Mother$#&@ers don't $#&@ with Ro, unless that ^!$$% be rolling in ends
I need to wake up, instead of day dreaming about holding a slab
Like being in love with a woman, that you could never have
Witness the feeling punished by pain, looking for shelter from the rain
People like W double O-D, I'm going against the grain
Hey to my ^!$$%z in Ridgemont 4, y'all can kiss my $$#
Anybody who ever said they was down with me, can kiss my $$#
I done dumped on mother$#&@ers, what they gon do for me
Out of town on stage, nobody from the hood in the crowd to root for me
Suppose to be my people, but I think my people is the devil
$#&@ my peers, cause I'm on another level
On my knees, screaming Jesus can you save me
My %#@!'s so $#&@ed up, I wonder if you thought about me lately
And it hurt so deep a ^!$$% can't sleep, making me late night creep
Suicidal thoughts I think I'm ready, plus it's $#&@ing with me
Would I be missed by these (*##$ ^!$$%z, these fakes and frauds
Fiending for baby, cause she know she got my heart
Even though it's torn apart, it's pumping out nothing but love for you
And to my ^!$$%z keep your disses, I got slugs for you
I shed blood for you, but I'm not appreciated
The only ^!$$%, that never hesitated
And it ain't more, hollering out my roll dog's name on tape
Unless it's $#&@ you, and in front of it followed up by a K
No more, hollering out my roll dog's name on tape
Unless it's $#&@ you, and in front of it followed up by a K (*##$
[Hook x4]
[Big T:]
Balling out of control, sitting swoll on 4's
Paint so wet, that my clothes stick to the do'
Oh no, it's Big T
Million dollar hook ^!$$%, come see me
On a muddy cup, man hol' up
And if your (*##$ choose, then you %#@! out of luck
I'ma send her $$# home, broke and well $#&@ed
And she kinda walk funny, cause the (*##$ was well stuck
When I ain't have %#@!, y'all boys talk down
Like you didn't know T, everytime I came around
Now when you hear me, I'ma put you on stall
And don't say nothing, when you see me in the mall
I gotta get my cash, in these H-Town streets
Presidential Records, and your boy Big T
I know I gotta get it, cause I wanna be a baller please
But the (*##$es and the liquor, keep on calling me yeah
[Hook x4]
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