Karaoké Mo City Don Z-Ro

Shit

Z-Ro the Crooked

I know y'all been waitin' on this here

Yeah

Shit

R.I.P. Big Mello

Screw

Mafio, Big Boo

Gator

All the fallen soldiers man

Southside, Eastside

Westside, Northside

Know what I'm sayin'

All my partners

All your dead partners

But shit

I still feel stressed

Still gotta get somethin' off my chest

Why these ho niggas be doin' what they be doin'

I don't know though

Shit fuck it, we gon' stay two deep in a fo' do'

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 motherfuckin' soldier

Out the streets of the Ridgemont Four

Not no bitch and say I still ain't a ho

Lettin' niggas know

Everyday of the year

I pimp my pen and I get my point clear

Why niggas wanna talk down

I don't know

Gotta take a trip to Akapoko from the Four

With my four-four on my side when I ride

Ready to do another homicide in a pine box

And I'm gone

Nigga old glory

I'm H-Town to Cali just like Robert Horry

If I do a murder flee the murder scene

No missin' shortage on the drank

I can't find no lean

From Southwest to Southeast bitch it's about war not 'bout peace

Nigga like me I'm 'bout knockin' out teeth

Know what I'm sayin'

I'll loose your grill

A nigga comin' down in the Coupe DeVille

Lookin' gravy

Lookin' real throwed

Imma be the nigga pullin' over at the fuckin' 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 nigga on the way to the Golden Gate

A nigga like me can't wait

Just to make it to another day

Gotta get the big pay off so get the fuck out my way

When I come around your corner so slow

It'll be the nigga in the damn Polo

That's the Ralph Lauren

Jackers ain't borrowin'

Why I skipped the slab when I went straight to foreign

Said it like I said it in the old school

Some niggas they be red but Z-Ro blue

I come around your corner but I ain't set trippin'

But I will wet niggas and wet women

With the Calico

I had to let a motherfucker know that I come around your corner in a Lincoln four do'

A Fox Photo 'cos I do it in a flash

Nigga watch out 'cos that could be your ass

I rhyme so long

Rhyme so strong

I flex my bicep then I swoll on

Get on the motherfuckin' bench

And when the laws hit the corner

I hit the fence

They wonder where I went

They keep lookin'

I don't give a fuck

Like Tyson I keep hookin'

Or maybe like Lennox

I'm strong to the finish

I'm like the ghetto Popeye but I don't need spinach

Imma keep goin'

I keep on flowin' just like the Nile

Million dollar mouthpiece everytime I smile

Lookin' throwed uh

Nigga 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 ass cop

Crooked officer

Crooked officer

Make a nigga wanna blow the badge off of ya

Me and Dougie

My motherfuckin' brother

R.I.P. to my motherfuckin' mother

That's the Dorothy Marie

McVey Matthew

There's ten toes planted in my motherfuckin' shoe

I gotta be a man

Hope you understand

There's nothin' but the work and the Calico in my hand

On a corner on the Ridgevan and I'm servin' a fiend

A real live D-Boy and you know what I mean

I be stackin' up chips like Lego

Dunk on a punk just like Kalvin Cato

Houston to the Rocket

A four-peat like Comets

I don't give a fuck

Gut punch a bitch nigga

Make him vomit

On the grind

Imma take a trip on Greyhound

I be flyin' 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 whole I-Ten

I sin

Then I do it again

I get my ends

I'm in my motherfuckin' Benzy

Got these hoes runnin' 'round in a frenzy

I be bustin' full clips 'till they empty

A piece of potent pussy might tempt me

Rain is tryin' 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

Recordin' everything

The fours gon swang

Still pullin' up on Fondren and the Main

Lookin' lovely

Got to look good

I throw up Ridgemont Four 'cos that's my hood

Never been a ho

I'm lettin' hoes know

I gotta get a fuckin' P-L-A-T but first a G-O-L-D

A motherfuckin' plaque

I keep it straight and simple like that

Hit a bitch from the back

And I use my motherfuckin' tool

Make her say Ouch when I hit her with the mule