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Z-RO lyrics : "Mo City Don..Freestyle"

[talking]
%#@!, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all
Been waiting on this here, yeah %#@!

R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator
All the fallen soldiers man, Southside
Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm saying

All my partnas, all your dead partnas
But %#@! I still feel stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, while these hoe ^!$$%z be doing what

They be doing, I don't know though, %#@! $#&@ it
We gon stay two deep in a fo' do'


[Z-Ro]
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 mother$#&@ing soldier
Out the streets, of the Ridgemont 4

Not no (*##$, and say I still ain't a hoe
Letting ^!$$%z know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my point clear

Why ^!$$%z wanna talk down, I don't know
Gotta take a trip to Aculpoco, from the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, when I ride

Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box
And I'm gone, ^!$$% old glory
I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Horry

If I do a murder, flee the murder scene
No missing shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean
From Southwest to Southfese, (*##$ it's about war not bout peace

^!$$% like me, I'm bout knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll loose your grill
A ^!$$% coming down, in the Coupe Deville

Looking gravy, looking real throwed
I'ma be the ^!$$%, pulling over at the $#&@ing 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 ^!$$%, on the way to the Golden Gate
A ^!$$% like me, can't wait

Just to make it, to another day
Gotta get the big pay off, so get the $#&@ out my way
When I come around your corner, so slow

It'll be the ^!$$%, in the damn Polo
That's the Ralph Lauren, jackers ain't barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to foreign

Said it like I said it, in the old school
Some ^!$$%z they be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come around your corner, but I ain't set tripping

But I will, wet ^!$$%z and wet women
With the calico, I had to let a mother$#&@er know
That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln four do'

A fox photo, cause I do it in a flash
^!$$% watch out, cause that could be your $$#
I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong

I flex my bicep then I swoll on
Get on, the mother$#&@ing 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 $#&@, like Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe like Lennox, I'm strong to the finish

I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach
I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing just like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime I smile

Look and load a, ^!$$% ask Trae
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 $$# cop
Crooked officer, crooked officer
Make a ^!$$% wanna blow the badge, off of ya

Me and Dougie, my mother$#&@ing brother
R.I.P., to my mother$#&@ing mother
That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew

There's ten toes planted, in my mother$#&@ing shoe
I gotta be a man, hope you understand
There's nothing 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
Dunk on a punk, just like Calvin Kato
Houston to the Rocket, a four-peat like Comets

I don't give a $#&@, good punch a (*##$ ^!$$% 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 a hoe I-10, I sin
Then I, do it again
I get my ends, I'm in my mother$#&@ing Benz-e
Got these hoes running round, in a frenzy
I be busting full clips, till they empty

A piece of potent #~!!@, 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 4's gon swang
Still pulling up, on Fondren and the Main
Looking lovely, got to look good
I throw up Ridgemont 4, cause that's my hood
Never been a hoe, I'm letting hoes know
I gotta get a $#&@ing P-L-A-T, but first a G-O

L-D, a mother$#&@ing plack
I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a (*##$ from the back
And I use my, mother$#&@ing tool
Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the mule

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