(*talking*) Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I y'all Been waiting on this here, shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, All the fallen man, Southside Eastside, Westside, Northside, I'm saying All my partnas, all your dead But shit, I feel stress, still gotta get something Off my chest, while these hoe be doing what They be doing, I don't know though, fuck it We gon two deep in a fo' do'
Slow And Bangin', all in my trunk Trunk full of funk, I never been a punk I on skunk, I blow on doja minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier Out the streets, of the 4 Not no bitch, and say I ain't a hoe niggas know, everyday of the year I pimp my pen, and I get my clear Why wanna talk down, I don't know Gotta a trip to Akapoko, from the 4 my 4-4 on my side, when I ride Ready to do another homicide, in a box And I'm gone, old glory I'm to Cali, just like Robert Ory If I do a murder, flee the murder No missing shortage on the drank, I find no lean From Southwest to Southfese, bitch about war not bout peace like me, I'm bout knocking out teeth Know I'm saying, I'll your grill A nigga down, in the Coupe Deville Looking gravy, looking real I'ma be the nigga, pulling at the fucking cross road With my K on my side, I'm ready to And if I gotta go, be a homicide Me and nigga, on the way to the Golden Gate A like me, can't wait Just to it, to another day Gotta get the big pay off, so get the out my way When I around your corner, so slow It'll be the nigga, in the Polo the rap lawing, jackers ain't barring Why I the slab, when I went straight to foreign Said it like I it, in the old school Some niggas they be red, but Z-Ro I around your corner, but I ain't set tripping But I will, wet niggas and wet With the calico, I had to let a know That I come around your corner, in a four do' A fox photo, I do it in a flash Nigga watch out, cause could be your ass I so long, rhyme so strong I flicks my bar, sip then I on Get on, the motherfucking And when the hit the corner, I hit the fence wonder where I went, they keep looking I don't give a fuck, like I keep hooking Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't spinach I'ma keep going, I on flowing just like the Nile Million mouthpiece, everytime I smile Look and a, nigga ashtray Everytime he smile, he can turn the to day You can up the pop, and let the smoke come out We don't a damn, bout a crooked ass cop Crooked officer, officer a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya Me and Dougie, my motherfucking R.I.P., to my motherfucking That's the Dorothy McVay Matthew There's ten toes planted, in my motherfucking I gotta be a man, you understand There's nothing but the work, and the calico in my On a on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a fiend A real live B-Boy, and you what I mean I be stacking up chips, Lego Dark on a pump, just like Kato Loosen to the rocket, a like Comets I don't give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga make him On the grind, I'ma take a trip on I be flying on a plane, but the dope is on the Headed to Lake Charles, or to Lafayette Maybe off in Alexandria, but I ain't yet I gotta a hoe I-10, I sin Then I, do it I get my ends, I'm in my Benz-e Got these running round, in a friendse I be busting clips, till they empty A piece of potent pussy, might me is trying to send me, to the Penitentiary The reason why, I ain't friendly I'm wired up, but I ain't on no slaughter Dejaun in the back, and he got the everything, the 4's gon swang Still up, on Fondren and the Main Looking lovely, got to look I throw up 4, cause that's my hood Never a hoe, I'm letting hoes know I gotta get a P-L-A-T, but first a G-O L-D, a plack I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a from the back And I use my, motherfucking her say ouch, when I hit her with the mule