big chronic with chunks of hash to puff with my +CASH+ [Chorus 1 + 2] [J-Ro] King T, X to the Z, and J-Bizzy Well known for takin girls home and gettin
hill Sammy Sosa I be livin la vida loca E.S.G., Z-Ro, Big Moe You know we takin over [Chorus: Big Moe and Z-Ro] Repeat 2x [Verse 2: Big Moe] That M
with Lil O just did a song with Z-ro Also did one with Flip and with Trae you already know Pokey crawling on fo's and that Thugga still wrecking shows
oh boy) [Verse 19 - Chamillionaire - imitating Scarface] G's don't die, we ride We ride down the strip and we multiply (ply) Move pies and 05's guys
song Did a song with Lil O just did a song with Z-ro Also did one with Flip and with Trae you already know Pokey crawling on fo's and that Thugga still
Studewood, it's all good I'm riding on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae Gon let the top down, it's a beautiful day Haters jealous on the sidelines,
some fresh hard for you out of town peakers We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward, and Southside G's Plus Southwest and Bloody Nickels rollin 83's It's Houston
it's all good I'm riding on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae Gon let the top down, it's a beautiful day Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they
state and frame of mind Cause it'd be a crime, for me to waste my time My time [Hook:] It's, liike Sooome-thing's goin' wrong Something's goooooin' wrong
out No doubt I'm bout my paper so I had to smash 150 on my dash So you know I'm rollin fast All about my cash [Z-Ro:] No weapon will prospeer that's
-talamatoda, Big swangers on my Roder So they talking about my money in the city like promoters [Hook] [Verse 2: Z-Ro] I'm done so my criminal record
with me aim, y'all chill mayn I got it Pull up in they front yard, and bust until every window break (Point Blank), B.G. Duke and Z-Ro the Crooked hoe
and get mo' cheddar I know you mad, cause my Benz got a lil' leather I'm a go-getter, stacking my paper high I told Z-Ro when I met him, nigga I'ma ride
Z-Ro] I thought I had a lot of partnas, but I've only got some Since I can't depend on my niggaz, I put my faith up in my shotgun Rolling around in my
block of Screwed Up Texas [Hook: x2] Remember me, I'm the one they laughed at in all my classes They use to rank on my low budget clothes, and my glasses
Yeah I'm back and let it be known, Z-Ro done made it home Fuck with me I empty out my clip, reload and keep on [Hook - 2x] Keep on, and I won't stop
and painted six, and the wrist frost bit They see a nigga on the grind, and he just won't quit I keep pumping and keep em jumping, on the tip of my dick
2] [Z-Ro:] Go on and put me for a show, I want ten grand plus half the do' No sub in the front just plain Z-Ro, not a substitute cause I ain't gone go