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Z-RO lyrics : "Passenger Side"

[Z-Ro: talking]
Mother$#&@ing Z-Ro, tired of this
Mother$#&@ing passenger side man

When I'ma drive

[Chorus x2]

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


[Z-Ro]
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
I put my faith in a fifty dollar bottle of drink

Using my focus choking smash on the throttle and thank
The lord, for giving me another way to get paid
King of the mother$#&@ing ghetto where these guns get sprayed

Whether I'm $#&@ing with a (*##$, I'm breaking benz see lunch
But it's either that or you can't point us casualties when we dump
Street pain is a mother$#&@er guard me without a dot

It's like a murder scene without a victims hotter, ?selmzyne?
Like my face can't place at the scene of the crime
Multiple shots never saw me but saw the beam of my nine

So rather living as a thug until they give me my credit
Cause I'm the throwdest baby don't you forget it, meanwhile


[Chorus x2]

[Z-Ro]

Living in the passenger side, I want to to push a 6 double O
But poverty refuse to let me drive
I wonder why drug dealers and killers live plush

Hoping ^!$$%s have a tendency to give up
Do I have to sell my soul, forever living in sin
But is that the price I got to pay to take a spin in the benz

I'd rather stay a poor ^!$$% cause the fire gone burn
No hesitation through my dirt and then my tires gone turn
See I'm living on the passenger side, visualize

I'm coming bombing a condo with black lacquer inside
Took a long time coming, but I'm finally made
I wait for me and my ^!$$%s and now we finally paid

Yeah life is gravy, but I want right to the throne
Cause rather reggae, R&B or rap I write to the song
Oh jiggy (*##$es ain't nothing to me, I slap them down

Real ^!$$%s move around cause it ain't nothing to see

[Chorus x2]


[Z-Ro]
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 hundred mile mother$#&@ing animal
Gasoline around your residence cause it's flammable
Genocide, I get banned on that, I stand on that

You'll catch me by surprise baby cause I planned on that
And even worse than that, to make me feel low
My black skin is a murdering bust the $#&@ing door

Now if I had three wishes, what would be the first
To bring back all my people that done rolled in a hears
Say hello to my mother we up in paradise

Well reality is full of leaches 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 ^!$$%


[Chorus x2]


[Z-ro talking]
2k1, mother$#&@ing Z-Ro the Crooked
Thou can't stop me ^!$$%

Mother$#&@ing energizer, feel that
S.U.C. for life, south sive for live, uh

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