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Z-RO lyrics : "What Happened To That Dude"

[Hook x2]
What happened to that dude, what happened to that dude
What happened to that dude

He was bumping, so I slapped a patch up out that dude

[Z-Ro]

Y'all fellas, know what happened to that dude
He ran up in my face, and he ruined my mood
I couldn't let it slide, I couldn't let it go

Couldn't let a mother$#&@er, play me for a hoe
Pulled out my 4-4, and I just bust
Nan ^!$$% nan (*##$, will I ever trust

Unless it's my people, unless it's my kin
I don't love %#@!, but my people and my ends
Put my ends in my safe, in a safe place

I break a bone, in your mother$#&@ing face
If you think I tell a story, if you think I'm lying
Pull out my iron, and I commits to find

Have a ^!$$% falling, off of his game
If I hit a head shot, that's the end of his brain
Simple and plain, ain't it

This tool, will leave a ^!$$% wig painted
Know what I'm saying, I couldn't be playing
I sit on top of the roof, and start spraying

At a ^!$$% head, leave a ^!$$% dead
(*claps*), leave him bruised and red
We don't give a $#&@ mayn, that's a clap

I put a mother$#&@ing, clip in my strap
Bust at your back, bust at your front
Then I go to the house, roll up a blunt

That's how I do it, don't $#&@ with fluid
But I'ma be fluent like fluid, and I knew it
One day, I get a platinum plack

If you running up, you better back on back cause

[Hook]

What happened to that dude, what happened to that dude
What happened to that dude
It's your boy Z-Ro, and I'm way too rude


[Z-Ro]
I had to do it like that, and like this

Had to break a bone, and make a mother$#&@ing wish
I did it like this, and I did it like that
A nursery rhyme, and still broke a (*##$ back

Like that, like this
Hit it from the back, and don't quit
(*##$ $#&@ you hoe, I'm all about my dough

Standing on the corner, with my chrome 4-4
Maybe 4-5, maybe twelve gauge
Trying my best, just to make the front page

Put a homicide, on worldwide news
If a ^!$$% chase me, I'll give him the blues
Pull out my mother$#&@ing, power pellet

Roll up the doja, and I start to inhale it
Now I'm feeling fine, I'm really feeling fine
I dropped me a eight, in a thunderberg wine

Got a ^!$$% feeling like, I lost my dog
Jump in my (*##$, and I boss my hog
I hit the streets, the streets hit me back

I checked my pager, it was time to attack
The mother$#&@ing dope fiends, time to get money
I want my bread, I want my honey

I want my streets of gold, for I can walk on
And a platinum walkie talkie, I can talk on
Man, I'm feeling way too heavy

A monster, so can't nothing scare me
I'm unscareable, it's unbearable
Man, when you hear me it's terrible

Cause I be beating, on your mother$#&@ing nerve and
Might be in the Bourbon, or Excursion
It don't matter, cause I'm riding high

Leaning to the side, when I'm sliding by
All in your face ^!$$%, slapping
Out the mother$#&@ing taste ^!$$%

That's how it go, never been a hoe
Try to take what's mine, and get a mouth full of flow

[talking]
Yeah, oh yeah, I'm feeling that

%#@!, boys get the %#@! slapped out
Your mother$#&@ing $$#, what 3-2 say
Yeah man, you bootleggers, we got all kind
Of bootleggers out here though, you know I'm saying
We gotta put a slap into them dudes

You know I'm saying, these ^!$$%s that sue boys
For 150,000, like that's hurting my highsing
^!$$% I'm still rising, while you coniving
You ain't shining, but (*##$ I shine like a light
All day all night, whether gun fight or fist fight

Get the Roley on your wrist right, (*##$

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