Z-Ro - Mo City Don (Freestyle) Lyrics:
S**t, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y`all
Been waiting on this here, yeah s**t
R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator
All the fallen soldiers man, Southside
Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I`m saying
All my partnas, all your dead partnas
But s**t I still feel stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, while these hoe ni**az be doing
What they be doing, I don`t know though, s**t f**k 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 motherf**king soldier
Out the streets of the Ridgemont 4
Not no bitch and say I still ain`t a hoe
Letting ni**az know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen and I get my point clear
Why ni**az wanna talk down? I don`t know
Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, from the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, when I ride
Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box
And I`m gone, ni**a old glory
I`m H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Horry
If I do a murder, flee the murder scene
No missing shortage on the drank, I can`t find no lean
From Southwest to Southfese
Bitch it`s about war not bout peace
Ni**a like me, I`m `bout knocking out teeth
Know I`m saying, I`ll loose your grill
A ni**a coming down, in the Coupe Deville
Looking gravy, looking real throwed
I`ma be the ni**a, pulling over at the f**king 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 ni**a, on the way to the Golden Gate
A ni**a like me, can`t wait
Just to make it, to another day
Gotta get the big pay off, so get the f**k out my way
When I come around your corner, so slow
It`ll be the ni**a, in the damn Polo
That`s the Ralph Lauren, jackers ain`t barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to foreign
Said it like I said it, in the old school
Some ni**az they be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come around your corner but I ain`t set tripping
But I will, wet ni**az and wet women
With the calico, I had to let a motherf**ker know
That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln four do`
A fox photo `cause I do it in a flash
Ni**a watch out `cause that could be your ass
I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong
I flicks my bar, sip then I swoll on
Get on, the motherf**king bench
And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence
They wonder where I went, they keep looking
I don`t give a f**k, like Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe like Lenox, I`m strong to the finish
I`m like the ghetto Popeye but I don`t need spinach
I`ma keep going, I keep on flowing just like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime I smile
Look and load a, ni**a ashtray
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 ni**a wanna blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my motherf**king brother
R.I.P., to my motherf**king mother
That`s the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There`s ten toes planted in my motherf**king shoe
I gotta be a man, hope you understand
There`s nothing but the work and the calico in my hand
On a corner on the Ridgevan and I`m serving a fiend
A real live B-Boy and you know what I mean
I be stacking up chips, like Lego
Dark on a pump, just like Calvin Kato
Houston to the Rocket, a four-peat like comets
I don`t give a f**k, good punch a bitch ni**a make him vomit
On the grind, I`ma take a trip on Greyhound
I be flying 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 hoe I to 10, I sin, then I do it again
I get my ends, I`m in my motherf**king Benz
Got these hoes running `round in a friendse
I be busting full clips, till they empty
A piece of potent pussy, might tempt me
Rain is trying 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
Recording everything, the 4`s gon swang
Still pulling up on Fondren and the Main
Looking lovely, got to look good
I throw up Ridgemont 4 `cause that`s my hood
Never been a hoe, I`m letting hoes know
I gotta get a f**king P L A T but first a G O
L D, a motherf**king plack
I keep it straight and simple like that
Hit a bitch from the back and I use my motherf**king tool
Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the mule
Been waiting on this here, yeah s**t
R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator
All the fallen soldiers man, Southside
Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I`m saying
All my partnas, all your dead partnas
But s**t I still feel stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, while these hoe ni**az be doing
What they be doing, I don`t know though, s**t f**k 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 motherf**king soldier
Out the streets of the Ridgemont 4
Not no bitch and say I still ain`t a hoe
Letting ni**az know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen and I get my point clear
Why ni**az wanna talk down? I don`t know
Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, from the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, when I ride
Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box
And I`m gone, ni**a old glory
I`m H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Horry
If I do a murder, flee the murder scene
No missing shortage on the drank, I can`t find no lean
From Southwest to Southfese
Bitch it`s about war not bout peace
Ni**a like me, I`m `bout knocking out teeth
Know I`m saying, I`ll loose your grill
A ni**a coming down, in the Coupe Deville
Looking gravy, looking real throwed
I`ma be the ni**a, pulling over at the f**king 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 ni**a, on the way to the Golden Gate
A ni**a like me, can`t wait
Just to make it, to another day
Gotta get the big pay off, so get the f**k out my way
When I come around your corner, so slow
It`ll be the ni**a, in the damn Polo
That`s the Ralph Lauren, jackers ain`t barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to foreign
Said it like I said it, in the old school
Some ni**az they be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come around your corner but I ain`t set tripping
But I will, wet ni**az and wet women
With the calico, I had to let a motherf**ker know
That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln four do`
A fox photo `cause I do it in a flash
Ni**a watch out `cause that could be your ass
I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong
I flicks my bar, sip then I swoll on
Get on, the motherf**king bench
And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence
They wonder where I went, they keep looking
I don`t give a f**k, like Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe like Lenox, I`m strong to the finish
I`m like the ghetto Popeye but I don`t need spinach
I`ma keep going, I keep on flowing just like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime I smile
Look and load a, ni**a ashtray
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 ni**a wanna blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my motherf**king brother
R.I.P., to my motherf**king mother
That`s the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There`s ten toes planted in my motherf**king shoe
I gotta be a man, hope you understand
There`s nothing but the work and the calico in my hand
On a corner on the Ridgevan and I`m serving a fiend
A real live B-Boy and you know what I mean
I be stacking up chips, like Lego
Dark on a pump, just like Calvin Kato
Houston to the Rocket, a four-peat like comets
I don`t give a f**k, good punch a bitch ni**a make him vomit
On the grind, I`ma take a trip on Greyhound
I be flying 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 hoe I to 10, I sin, then I do it again
I get my ends, I`m in my motherf**king Benz
Got these hoes running `round in a friendse
I be busting full clips, till they empty
A piece of potent pussy, might tempt me
Rain is trying 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
Recording everything, the 4`s gon swang
Still pulling up on Fondren and the Main
Looking lovely, got to look good
I throw up Ridgemont 4 `cause that`s my hood
Never been a hoe, I`m letting hoes know
I gotta get a f**king P L A T but first a G O
L D, a motherf**king plack
I keep it straight and simple like that
Hit a bitch from the back and I use my motherf**king tool
Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the mule