me to do, what they want me to do And they want me to do it, but I'd rather stay full of embalming fluid But you know what you can do for me, give me
Z-Ro] Down to ride red but I'ma ride blue in the turning lane looking just like Screw 300 Crissy, don't think they doors, Everybody know Z-Ro's flow
one shot, leave you stretched out on the block [Z-Ro] I'm a motherfuckin asshole, every day all day E.B.K. every 24 hours these Houston streets made me
Pimp C Talking] Its "Bun b" , "Z-Ro" , "Young Jeezy" , "Slick Pulla" , "Hype d" and "Pimp c" in tha place to be. Texas stand up and throw up ya cup. [Z-Ro
You lookin' at a man that would Die for his daughter, just to let her breathe And I'd definitely die for Jesus, 'cause he died for me Give my eyes to
h*** I'm still pumpin' that d***, I'm still thuggin' fo sho You hear that knock, n***? Courtesy of Z-Ro Don't be no hero, just play your part n*** You beef with me
be pointing at you Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic, after it melt Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, after myself I hope you internet
Xzibit rates the state Cross me or cause me, fuck jiggy and flossy I'm tryin to keep the government off me Dodgin hard time and house arrest Whatta you
four 18's, and banging Screw I don't give a damn, if y'all hate me When it come to rap, y'all can't fade me A lot of y'all niggas, know who we be
let me live my life Even though I'm still hustlin', I know you want to see me strugglin' But at least I'm tryin' to do somethin' right so let me live
at?} I got to get it {Where da paper at?} You know I need it {Where da paper at?} I got to have it [2 - start with +CASH+] {Where da paper at?}
bop on me (what?) Broke hoes wanna bop on me Want me to take 'em on a shoppin spree But you ain't ridin (naw), not with me Cause I feelin mellow on choppin
pointing at you Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic, after it melt Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, after myself I hope you internet
know about this? West coast hip-hop at it's motherfuckin' finest (Uh, Phil Da Ag in the house) Forty To Da Head in the house (X to the Z in the house
' on niggas Hit with more enlightenment, yo The major difference is in many different instances You could not go the distances From drinkin' too much Guinesses Now look at
from) You know, I'm thinking of a master plan I got chrome fans on my promotional van I'm the new Liberraci, look at how this shit got me I fuck with
Z-Ro:] Down to ride red but I'ma ride blue in the turning lane looking just like Screw 300 Crissy, don't think they doors, Everybody know Z-Ro's flow
, I'm riding) Z-Ro, you riding (Yeah, I'm riding) Point Blank, you riding (Hell yeah, I'm riding) Oh no, that nigga ain't scaring me Look, I don't wanna