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Z-Ro
Z-Ro


Background information
Birth name Joseph Wayne McVey
Born January 19, 1977
Origin Houston, Texas, United States
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Years active 1994—present
Label(s) Asylum Records
Rap-A-Lot Records
Associated acts Slim Thug
UGK
Mýa
Scarface
Lil Flip
ABN
Website Website



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Z-Ro Album



04/26/2005
1.
2.
The Mule (feat. Devin the Dude & Juvenile)
3.
Don't Wanna Hurt Nobody (feat. Trea & Lil Boss of Abn)
4.
5.
It Don't Stop
6.
7.
One Night (feat. Trea of Abn)
8.
9.
10.
11.
The Same One
12.
1st Time Again (Ashanti)
13.
From The South (feat. Paul Wall & Lil Flip)
14.
15.
16.
Auntie & Grandma
17.
. . .



(*talking*)
Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all
Been waiting 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 I'm saying
All my partnas, all your dead partnas
But shit I still feel stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, while these hoe niggaz be doing what
They be doing, I don't know though, shit fuck it
We gon stay two deep in a fo' do'

[Z-Ro]
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 motherfucking soldier
Out the streets, of the Ridgemont 4
Not no bitch, and say I still ain't a hoe
Letting niggaz know, everyday of the year
LyricsI pimp my pen, and I get my point clear
Why niggaz 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, nigga 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
Nigga like me, I'm bout knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll loose your grill
A nigga coming down, in the Coupe Deville
Looking gravy, looking real throwed
I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking 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 barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to foreign
Said it like I said it, in the old school
Some niggaz they be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come around your corner, but I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet niggaz 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, cause I do it in a flash
Nigga 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 motherfucking 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 fuck, 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, nigga 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 nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my motherfucking brother
R.I.P., to my motherfucking mother
That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted, in my motherfucking 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 fuck, good punch a bitch nigga 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-10, I sin
Then I, do it again
I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking Benz-e
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 fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O
L-D, a motherfucking plack
I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a bitch from the back
And I use my, motherfucking tool
Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the mule


. . .



(feat. Devin The Dude & Juvenile)

[Z-Ro]
What?
King of the Ghetto what they call me cause I rule this Bitch (rule this Bitch)
I'm bout business I don't participate in foolishness (foolishness)
But every now and then somebody want to get the trippin with me (trippin with me)
And thats when I get stupid and them gorilla niggaz be with me
But I'll rather be running up in something wet and slippery (wet and slipperrrry)
Waiting on a nigga baby mama to come visit me (visit meeee)
They know I'm working with something so they be trying to holla (trying to holla)
They nigga just make them moan they hit me when they trying to holla (trying to holla)
Guess I be digging to deep they emotions start growing
Got they husband wondering who they been fucking four in the morning (four in the morning)
Lil mama cover you track if ya man find out and call his self
trying to check me I'm a beat his Bitch ass (Bitch ass)
He just mad cause he be missing and needing his bitch ass (Bitch ass)
And he mad cause I be rubbing and squeezing his bitch ass (Bitch ass)
He in love with the chick and she don't even remember his ass
She down for Z-Ro and do anything I ask
LyricsCause I hit her with the mule

[Chorus 2X: Devin the Dude] + (Z-Ro)
Thats the reason why these broads be tripping don't want me to be with no other women
(Cause I hit 'em with the mule)
Going to deep when I be diggin up in them bumping up against they kidneys
when I stick them
(Cause I hit 'em with the mule)

[Devin the Dude]
Valerie is mad at me because I ran up in Kim
Kim got a nigga so Val told him
How I be sneaking with his gal yeah massaging that monkey
Slapping her on the ass while she riding that donkey
And now my name in the mix
But thats what you get putting your thang in a bitch
You got to butt em' up stick 'em ha ha and dip
Flush the rubber yep and get in the car and flip
But hoes always know where your ride at
Or at least where it was they notice the tire tracks now they flat
So I learned to be polite move over please
grind it up in them an damn near damage their ovaries
Jack that ass up look at a minute
Then urghhh ride up in it
It's a certain way you stroke the hoes
Take her on a vacation poke her nose

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Look I can't help but see her she got that big ol' bumper behind her
When I see her she remind me of my lil mama Mia
I don't want rewind back to my bahama dear
She was out chea this lil nigga got her here
You wanna know bout my neighbor yeah I kinda knew her
She was impress with my whips I wasn't kinda sure
Kinda blew her off cause she was playing me tight
Bumping down and let them whitey boys change her life
I hope you ain't beefing
And my past ain't got nothing to do with me hitting that ass
Ma I'm tweaking, I'm from a different world
Where you don't tie a woman down if she want to look around go head and get it girl
Flexxa time to have sexxa
Look how ya got me I don worked up a sweat
Calling my number cause no one do it better
Got you at home at night writing me letters

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]
Pissed of cause too many people been in my face
Mean mugging everybody two seconds from catching a case
Plus somebody just hit my car man the shit don't stop
Go thru my phone and choose a victim take it out on the cock (on the cock)
Ma thinking bout gripping ass thats why I hit it swift and fast
I'm a put this log on you you gon' feel it all in your calves
A gangsta so I'm raw with it I know what I'm doing
Thats why she pop up at my residence trying to see what I'm doing
She knocking if the lights on ready to get her fight on
Cause last night she had orgasms all night long
Made her feel like she was married with children
But ain't no Al and Peggy I'm strictly here to do some drilling in your man filling
There would be my hand filling all up in your you know
But you disappointed cause you ain't my numeral uno
So you go acting a fool breaking all a players rule
Straight forgot you had dude at home
Cause I hit you with the mule

[Chorus]


. . .



(feat. Lil' Boss & Trae (ABN))

[Z-Ro]
You already know who it is nigga, "King of Da Ghetto"
It's a new day and time, but shit
It ain't all good but shit it ain't all bad no mo' either doe
Y'knahmsayin? I'm tryin to keep it civilized
But motherfuckers keep FUCKIN with me doe mayne

In case you don't know my name, I'm 'bout to tell you my name
Z-Ro the Crooked, "King of Da Ghetto," all about my change
I remember when Joseph wasn't able to have thangs
Now I'm able to flip a 300-M and grab grain
There's some niggaz mad at me cause I got cash mayne
I'm the future of Rap-A-Lot, quit livin in the past mayne
Remember flippin with a brick, in the dash mayne
Now everytime I roll up bitch give me bomb-ass brain
Probably be somebody baby momma, I ain't ask mayne
Baby daddy got a problem we can hit the grass mayne
An Asshole By Nature, livin in the fast lane
LyricsStay rilla fo' reala, fuck with me and that's yo' ass mayne
Honor Roll student, but I dropped out of class mayne
Ain't got a diploma, but got knots of cash mayne
To you haters I'm a waiter waitin to serve somebody
I kill all you motherfuckers but I

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Don't wanna hurt nobody, just leave me the fuck alone
Don't wanna hurt nobody, just get me through my day-ayy
Don't wanna hurt nobody, just leave me the fuck alone
Don't wanna hurt nobody but a nigga might fuck around and bust ya brai-ainn

[Trae]
I guess they never seen a Guerilla when he stompin and pissed
But they bout to see a young Guerilla whoop they ass with his fist
I tried to move around, motherfuckers roachin and shit
My attitude, fuck, watch how you approachin me bitch
Asshole and ain't gon' fake it cause I had it By Nature
And that's the result, of everywhere you go niggaz hate ya
And I ain't trippin, I'ma catch one of them marks on the back street
With the black heat, slugs run up like a track meet

[Lil' Boss]
I'm an anybody killa, but everybody can get it
Servin suckers in neighborhoods got it crackin like a {?}
I didn't come to hurt nobody but you bumped into mine
But we gangsters I pull a fo' and told you po' out that wine
If I wanted flex, I coulda got a strap at that moment
I'd rather keep ca-ca-cash, cause I'm alreaady wanted
I'm an Asshole By Nature, my flag's on the left side
Gave him a pass before I stepped {?} side

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]
Now I don't wanna hurt nobody, but that's a lie
Cause it's a delight for me to bust a lip or black an eye
Or smoke a nigga like a syrup covered black'n'mild
So don't fuck with me when I'm tryin to make money stackin piles
Some niggaz trie to rob me befo', try to jack me now
Fuck Danny Glover, I'm the _Lethal Weapon_ with maxi 9
Cain't a nigga lavish any mo'?
Without a gang of niggaz and they kickin in his do'?
And 9 times out of 10 it'll be one of my friends
that'll lead me to my grave, murder me to get my ends
Do the crime and make a cape escape from my residence
But still show up at my funeral services 'n shit
I ain't fin' to let it happen to me, you gon' respect me
Ain't gon' be no bad actin with me, homie
And to you haters I'm a waiter waitin to serve somebody
I kill all you motherfuckers but I

[Chorus]


. . .



[Z-Ro]
Bout time, they opened up the do' for Z-Ro
Cause I've been dropping hits, since ten years ago
Trying to do it legal, and not slang yayo
If I can't get it legal, to the corner I go
I never took pride, in slanging cocaine
Never could get a job, but needed some mo' change
C.d.'s wasn't selling, because I had no name
Nothing but a t-shirt, no piece no chain
Too many times, I was ready to give up
Run up in a bank, and say this is a stick-up
Put my pain on records, and record sales picked up
The tears I done shed, led me to the big bucks
2000 and 4, I ain't broke no mo'
Cause God is my life jacket, when I sink solo
I went to a hundred thousand, from a whole fo'
So all you haters hate me, as I make a little mo'

[Hook]
I'm going platinum this time, (this time-this time)
LyricsI think you fellas, better respect my mind (mind-mind)
I'm here to collect my pennies, my nickels and my dimes (my dimes-my dimes)
And ain't nobody gonna block out my shine (shine-shine)

[Z-Ro]
They got me living in a '56, Mass L
My locker full of commsary, and my fan mail
My city saying Z-Ro, what you gon do when you get out of jail
I can't do no mo' pyrexes, no mo' scales
Trying to make a million dollas, off my melody
Couldn't see it coming, so I caught a state-jail felony
F-1 bunk twelve, there resides the stars
Special thanks to love, cause "I Hate U Bitch" climbed me to the top of the charts
Being free, is like being on lock
Niggaz still kick it with ya, but try to get some of what ya got
I ain't never seen, so many feminine men
Swear to God they holding in the world, but ain't nobody seeing dividends
That ain't the life of me, I had to get it
Might not be rich in the present, but I'ma be rich in a minute
Cause I got three Cuzos sitting up high, rolling 24's
Screaming A.B.N. get in the do', waiting for Ro

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
Jealousy and envy, play a major role
Everytime a playa, try to get his pockets swoll
Somebody said I did this, and said I did that
Even told homicide, I pushed the homie's wig back
They don't wanna see, a nigga make it out of poverty
When will they realize, God is running with me ain't no stopping me
Probably never will, so keep on trying
You can clip my wings, but I see happiness in the sky so I'ma keep on flying
Until I find, a rested place
So many battle scars, blood on my chest and face
Whether I'm working or rapping 24/7, me and Satan be scrapping
He want my soul, but I ain't gon let it happen
Even if I lose my life, trying to chase my dream
Whoever do me, gon have hell when they face my team
I got them same three Cuzos holding me down, if I ain't coming back
Bet they bury me with g-stacks, plus a platinum plack

[Hook - 2x]


. . .

It Don't Stop

[No lyrics]

. . .



[21 second instrumental to open]

[Z-Ro]
If somebody got a problem with me, come and address it
If the shoe fits it then walk in it I'm talkin to Texas
See I'm from a section where we kid each other for practice
So I keep grenades and a chopper right under my mattress
Please don't let the gold and the diamonds fool you
I promise it's nothin for your family to lose you
It's just when you speak to me watch ya tone, call the chief on the phone
Bring the beef to your home, make you sleep under some stones
Z-Ro the Crooked, but you faggots already know my name mayne
Know you'd love to catch me slippin in the turnin lane mayne
Fuck a rap tuck my strap right in back of my britches
I'm just rappin to pay my lawyer for creatin a witness
I done smoked somebody befo' and smokin's a bad habit
They say it always take you to your casket, but fuck death
Cause I ain't scared, bitch I'm ready to fly
But until I go I'ma murk niggaz and get my fetti right now

Lyrics[Chorus 2X: Z-Ro]
I'm a soldier, these stankers keep me reachin for my holster
Sometime I feel my death is creepin closer
But I'ma keep on thuggin like I'm 'posed ta, 'posed ta

[Z-Ro]
Look at the conditions I was livin in, I didn't have a clear vision then
I needed ends cause there was no residence for me to sleep in
Nigga the streets raised me, man they played me sometime
But a real nigga regroup relax and take this back on his grind
I was gifted with a sick grip game, and it stick to the spoon
Plus I'm gifted at spittin make my vocals click to a tune
Bitch I'm schizophrenic, I probably won't stick to this mood
Hope I don't lose it 'fore I have to bring this brick to this dude
I heard some niggaz got somethin to say 'bout me back in the hood
Can't be Mo City, cause everyday I'll be back in the hood
And we can scrap or we can take it to the straps in the hood
You get your stuff or be murdered and won't be back in the hood
Same way I stack the republic I'm just like that in the hood
Bring to you a hat in public or a hat in the hood
Niggaz say Rap-A-Lot ain't payin me like I ain't got nuttin
If six figures is bein bent over, I'm lovin the fuckin

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]
All you niggaz that talk down, just might get walked down
Become another statistic and down these war grounds
Nigga pull up your hands, just look at each other
But guaranteed to beat up a bitch he gon' wanna make me suffer
So I shoot first, look at his head burst, bleedin
And exit to dig a ditch that's even, give me the reason
Promise I've been lookin to get some stress off
I let the muh'fuckin mac-11 hack everything under the neck off
Used to be a problem child now I'm a problem grown up
I done done some evil shit and one day I'ma have to own up
But when I say somethin homey I mean what I say
I'ma murder you straight up or I can lean when I spray
Z-Ro the "fuck everybody" nigga from Screwed Up Click
Now I ain't gon' let you bend over to tie your shoes up bitch
I'ma launch a Bernard Hopkins type of blow in your jaw
That's the way I police my perimeter, Ro is the law

[Chorus]


. . .



[sped up sample]
"Ay-aiyyyy, if only for one
Nah, niiight, niiight, niiight, niiiiiight
Ahh one night, if only for one... niiiiiiiiight"

[Chorus One: Z-Ro] + [Trae]
[Z-Ro]
I wish I could have my loved ones back
Cause I'd love to have my loved ones back (if only for one niiiight)
[Trae]
We don't have to feel it like that
Cause I hate to see the pain comin back (if only for one niiiight)
[Z-Ro]
Nobody get killed on the block
No reason to pack the steel on the block (if only for one niiiight)
[Trae]
We can get to make it to the top
And see my dawgs make it out the cell block (if only for one niiiight)

[Chorus Two: Z-Ro singing]
LyricsMaintaininnnnn, there'll be no mo' complaininnnnn
It's alright, if only for one niiiight
Maintaininnnnn, tryin to keep it from raininnnnn
It's alright

[Trae]
I swear, deep down I be sinkin
The same things over and over they never get better
I miss my niggaz, rain fallin
9 times out of 10 it don't miss my nigga
Damn, I hope this state of mind'll never leave again
I wanna see my nigga Screw get to breathe again
And wanna see Dinky and my nigga Donny break free again
On the block, never thinkin 'bout Plix
Twenty-fo' years of mine I've been blitzed
Dawg, don't you get it twisted
Cause 19 years of those have been stress
Never thought that I'd see this time
And it ain't no way that I'ma let it get by
Ain't no lie, deep down inside
Just to hold it close it wanna make me cry
No mo' drama, likin no laws
No mo' jail, no more collect calls
No mo' hate from these roach-ass niggaz
and my dawgs on the block'll ball 'til we fall
Plus Peewee woulda never got locked
Plus Greedo woulda never got shot
Plus Mello woulda still been here
With a white Kangol about to body rock the pen
Misty, then the rest of the click like
Full speed then runnin without a red light
Whole life I'll be one of a kind
Go deep in the wind I promise I got my head right
And I hate it's gon' be like this
I wonder why everything come to me like this
And if only fo' one night I finally get my smile
Lord, I don't wanna leave like this

[Chorus One] + [Chorus Two]

[Z-Ro]
It'll be nice to have Emo and Jody and LL back
My nigga Best and his big brother E. Roy Love
Dem people ain't never comin back
But if only for one night
My nigga could make a decision he shoulda made
Make it where the situation turned out another way
And ain't a day go by
I don't wish I didn't have to miss my momma
This ain't livin my nigga this just drama
If only for the night when the storm'll live calmer
Cause seem like they wanna give a lifetime sentence
to a nigga with a pistol and a pound of marijuana
Wish it was legal to be in public wit'cha eyes red
I've seen a lot of B.I. cases go fed
Got pulled over, no seatbelt on the shoulder
Let to a 70 year stand and coda
If only for the dead nigga
Didn't have to wait to make a safe walk to the sto'
Just to get his niggaz and a six-pack {?}
But there never been a cakewalk to the sto'
Fuck around and see the head concussion
If the hood decide you gotta fake walk to the sto'
They fully fronted to everybody with animosity
Bitches'll take 'em 'fore they walk to the sto'
A nigga from the Southside, and a nigga from the Northside
And a nigga from the Eastside
Could all get along with each other, like we knew each other mother
No reason to wanna take our own lives
By losin a son, losin a daughter, losin a child
I'm battered by life, too rude to smile
I liked it better when I used to smile
If only fo' one mo' night

[Chorus One] + [Chorus Two]


. . .



[Chorus: Z-Ro singing]
Help me please
I'm blinded by my tears and I just cain't see
So many devils tryin to recycle my soul
Cause in the ghetto where I'm from ain't no flies in the groves
Just niggaz and hoes
Send me a sign
Just to let a nigga know that he been on ya mind
Mmmmmm...

[Z-Ro]
Hmm, shit just be so fucked up out here in these streets mayne
You feel me? Straight up
This is the sea of life, and I'm drownin
I know I can swim, but feel like I keep sinkin down in
these waters and I cain't breathe, I feel like I'm gon' blow it
I can see people holdin a life jacket but they won't throw it
Entertained by my struggle and they'd love to see me die
Why not love to see me live instead of helpin my family cry?
Like a homeless person with a sign, I would work for food
LyricsAin't no shame in bein helpless it's a part of payin dues
On an everyday mission tryin to collect 5's and 10's
So many worries I promise my bones show right through my skin
Fancy cars and a mansion? That ain't never been my goal
A hooptie would be fine, plus somewhere warm when it's cold
I know what it feel like, not to be able to call the shots
Have a pen but no time to connect, all the dots
Therefore I do what I can do and then get down on my knees
Cause I can't make it by my lonely, Jesus help a nigga please

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]
Yeah, much love to everybody doin time
Up in {?} state jail, you dig
Seem like soon as I'm findin happiness the joy's gone
Kickin it with Steve Francis, Mike Tyson and Roy Jones
I waited my whole life to be somebody
But now I've gotta get a visit just to see somebody
I'm in this all white, reminscin all night, 'bout my cousin Trans
Wreakin havoc in this rap game, so it's alright
Grandmother and my Auntie gettin everything they need
Trae your name's all in my eyesight, a true friend in need
While I'm waitin for heaven, I see hell and smell the flames
God send Abraham to quickly snatch me from this pain
I don't really wanna die, just need a, change of scenery
I done see too many killings just like my vision is mean to me
And my eyes don't like me, and my soul wanna leave
I'm persecuted daily by my friends it ain't easy
I do what I can do and then get down on my knees
I have so many enemies, Lord would you help me please

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]
Nigga fuck Precinct 5, nigga and fuck Officer Thornton Berry
Punk-ass bitches, uhh
Tryin to survive for me, is like chasin the wind
You know you ain't never gon' catch it so why bother lettin yo' knees bend
I try to stay around some realness, brothers and sisters holla if you feel this
If hurt and misery is who you chill with
Mo City my hood it forever be my block
Never thought I'd see the day it'd hand me over to the cops
Where the love from my homeboys, I love y'all too
I was the tugboat to ya problems cause I drug y'all through
Just one question dawg, how could you do me like that? I took your family in
I put some cash in ya pocket, made you a man again
But now it's like you never knew me
Wouldn't take the fall for y'all so now y'all wanna do me
I made it up out the hood and I ain't comin back
Unless I'm brangin Lil' Boss to get a hundred sack
Nigga I'm gon' do what I'm gon' do and then get down on my knees
And make a couple of G's, but in God name, help a nigga to succeed


. . .



[Talking]
Hold up let me hit my Hypnotic
aight you rollin?
I'd just like to take a minute to apolgize to my listeners
I just wanna say I'm sorry for not havin any songs about happiness
or bein in peace and shit like that
see I can only display my personal feelings and experinces
and so far I ain't felt what happiness feels like
and experinced anything but hard times and heartache
so I apoligize for not makin you dance
I apologize for not havin any sarcastical songs
you know that good feeling with e'm
that put a smile on your face
I ain't had nothin to offer accept for frown
so for that I'm sorry I promise if I can sing another song

([Verse 1]
I wish I could tell you my life was good but it's not
I wish misery, city runners were cold, but they're hot
so many situations to deal with, I can't concentrate
Lyricsa hundred homies and everyone is fake
how can I make it out the ghetto it want let me go
seems like everytime I do a good deed, good deeds never return to 'Ro
I gave up my last so somebody could have a start
then somebody got me locked behind bars
what a way to show ya love back-homie you a friend for life
for your crime I'm doin time in the Penn tonight
it's bad enough I lost a family my luck ain't live
mama died when I was 6 and Daddy ain't have enough time
to kick it with me-like I wanted him to kick it with me
now that I'm incarcarated you wanna come and visit with me
but I ain't holdin no grudges Daddy I love you that's my word
even though you had me sleeping on a curb...I wish I had another song

[Chorus]
These are the days(these are the days)
we cherish them because soon they'll be gone away(soon they'll be gone away)
on to another place
pretty soon I'll be gone
twenty-summod years of calling God on this mobile phone
if it wasn't for my life style I'd sing another song

[Verse 2]
I wish that I was ridin around in a Bentley
but maybe Z-Ro living lavish just ain't meant to be
cause I'm the type of fella that'll give a bum a hundred dollars
I'd rather help out my people instead of poppin my collar
I wish that I could get a million copies sold
if I'm broke I'd rather die I don't want no more poverty-'Ro and oh
sometimes I wish that I was somebody else
cause I can't even pay bills even though my CD's want stay on the shelf
strugglin and I'm strivin and just barely strivin
bobbin and weavin-my last breathe time after time
and it seems that I want ever get no rest I'm exhausted
tryna make it-compare the price and pain is what the cost is
maybe if I was evil I'd be rolling in bread
until somebody with a pistol come and opened my head
but my mission is keepin ambition
I'm trying so hard even though my soul is scarred-oh Lord...
I wish I had another song

[Chorus]
These are the days(these are the days)
we cherish them because soon they'll be gone away(soon they'll be gone away)
on to another place
pretty soon I'll be gone
twenty-summod years of calling God on this mobile phone
if it wasn't for my life style I'd sing another song

[Verse 3-singing]
I wish that I could sing another song
but my rhythm is too much pain
sunshine is the level that I think I'm own so tell me why it's so much rain
day to day it's a struggle in my lifetime
to keep from creepin I be stayin in the G
no crimes commited so tell me why I'm doin time
and want nobody come and sit with me for free
sometimes at night I smoke a cig and sit back
and wonder why the whole world hate me
so much ambition I just gotta pull my wig back
wishing murder would come on and take me
I wish that I could sing another song
I'm tired of sleeping in rivers of tears all night long
no point in wonderin why my people use to do me wrong
stuck in this reality until my life is over and gone

[Chorus]
These are the days(these are the days)
we cherish them because soon they'll be gone away(soon they'll be gone away)
on to another place
pretty soon I'll be gone
twenty-summod years of calling God on this mobile phone
if it wasn't for my life style I'd sing another song


. . .



[Z-ro:]
When the fetti be rollin' setty, won't nobody be home
When the money start lookin' funny, all my friends get gone
Concerts and studio times, they love to come and kick it
But without gas money Z-ro gone miss it
I thought to myself, this feels like nobody hear me
Even though I screamin' I must be a demon cuz won't nobody come near me
People laugh at me because I ain' got respect like faith
F**k respect I do this to keep a ride and a place
Will I survive cuz God is watchin'
Satan takin' my sanity please God stop it
Im feelin' like Snoop cuz murder is the case that they gave me
They knew I ain' do it, but just to they permission they wanna hang me
I'm feelin' like Jesus when he was about to be crucified
Please everyone if you don't help me then you could die
Suicide is safety, but it's definite hell
Somebody dead and I'm stressin' in jail
I'm sangin' the blues

[Hook:]
LyricsEveryday I'm still goin' through the samethang
I'm tryin' so hard just to maitain
All I ever wanted was just to make a lil' change
I'm real but niggas still talk downon my name
Everyday I'm still goin' through the samethang
I'm tryin' so hard just to maitain
All I ever wanted was to be in the rap game
Cuz my people step on me like I'ma flow mad fame

[Z-ro:]
I'm used to mother organizations, and locs of my own
Evaporate like brillo, when fiends smokin' that stones
That's the way we live in the ghetto, if we could we'd change
But don't nobody love us but trouble, so that's why we bang
Many funerals to go to, I don't go to none
Never look in a pinebox, until I see Z-ro in one
Ain' no future in front, and I'm scared to be decease
But it seems like the only way a guerilla-mobb gangsta gone see peace
Cuz mama waitin' on me, her grandma Bezzy
Tellin' me ain' no hatas in heaven, or detectives to sweat me
And a mansion a home in the ground, that'll be mine
Hand ready singin' praises to God that'll be fine
Plus they tell me the streets made of gold
Here people murder peole, the webbin' in heaven is under your toes
It ain' hard doin' right, it's just hard to succeed
I wanna live but it's hard to breathe
It got me singin' blues

[Hook:]
Everyday I'm still goin' through the samethang
I'm tryin' so hard just to maitain
All I ever wanted was just to make a lil' change
I'm real but niggas still talk downon my name
Everyday I'm still goin' through the samethang
I'm tryin' so hard just to maitain
All I ever wanted was to be in the rap game
Cuz my people step on me like I'ma flow mad fame

[Z-ro:]
I came along way, but it's still alot of road up ahead
To be honest I'm feelin' like I'm suppose to be dead
People feelin' like I suppose be happy cuz I'm makin' some ends
But I'm lonely cuz I cannot communicate with my friends
Niggas I grew up with, be actin' like we ain' grow up together
F**k hoes, and po' up together
Nigga you cried on my shoulders and I cried on yours
Yeah you rode on my enemies, so I ride on yours
But it's a different day and time
And we don't even kick it
Ain' nobody got to holla no mo' it's strictly buisiness
But I tell you this, I will always have love for ya
The same nigga bitch I still shed blood for ya
The same nigga blood bitch I love ya
I went to school to fight niggas for you,
Even though we wasn't blood brothers
F**k that, we was brothers
What we is now
I can't do nothin' but continue my years out
But it's all gravy, ain' nobody gotta chill with
Only thing I ask nigga keep it real with me

[Hook:]
Everyday I'm still goin' through the samethang
I'm tryin' so hard just to maitain
All I ever wanted was just to make a lil' change
I'm real but niggas still talk downon my name
Everyday I'm still goin' through the samethang
I'm tryin' so hard just to maitain
All I ever wanted was to be in the rap game
Cuz my people step on me like I'ma flow mad fame


. . .

The Same One

[No lyrics]

. . .



(feat. Ashanti)

[Chorus: Ashanti]
You came into my world and taught me thangs
And I can't lie cause boy you did yo' thangs
Feel like I'm floatin when I hear yo' name
I think you made me fall in love again

[Z-Ro - over Chorus]
Okay
Screwed Up Click
Yeah

[Z-Ro]
Whenever you need a nigga call me up I'm on my way
Sex or serious conversation, I'll listen to what you have to say
This ain't gotta C about a wham bam thank you ma'am
I'm not like these other fellas although I know you think I am
Even though I kick it with a lot of - females
I can honestly tell you that I ain't gotta - female
LyricsBut since I'm fresh out of jail you probably thank that I just wanna bone
Hit it, quit it, then delete your # from my mobile phone
Can't you see the tattoo reads one deep
So I need only one lil' momma, one cup of codeine and one Swisher sweet
Weight of the world is on my shoulders because I'm thuggin
But sometimes even the hardest of us need some lovin
And the first time with you is like my first time again
Like rediscoverin rap music, writin my first rhyme again
You say you feel like you're floatin, well I'm floatin too
Everybody's leavin, now you know it's time for you and Z-Ro to do

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]
Now tell the truth; I'm like a mechanic when I work my tool
So brace yourself baby so I can hit you with the mule
Everytime I touch ya I'ma find a new hot spot, it's guaranteed
I'm a thug nigga but still a romantic so pass the weed
Now you ain't no dimepiece, you a whole dollar
And I'd rather be givin you "Fuck Faces"
Ain't tryin to pay these hoes no bother
You see I consider myself as a king
But I can't reach a comfort zone 'til I find myself a queen
So we can rule together, it's picture perfect me and you together
Go through our good and bad moods together
Plus I'm concerned if you don't come home
Long as you call me and let me know you alright I'ma stay offa ya phone
Ain't none of that drivin by ya mama house or callin private
The way you hug me when you see me let me know you my chick
And I ain't scared to put that icing on your finger either
You're my sunny day when it be rainin
It's a blessin momma sing for the future

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]
Me and you is like a feelin that I get when I roll on 22's
And I'ma keep you stylin when I'm shoppin for you
Plenty ice, plenty clothes, plenty shoes
But don't get it confused, I ain't trickin cause I'm pimpin
But without you in my life I would be barely livin, mayne
What we do in my arms is like doja to the brain
I promise you like a drug you're much better than everythang
Now if I was to try to hold in this love, I would choke
Cause it's some potent shit like from Humboldt County on the West coast
Yeah I think I fell in love again, it's on
It's so real I feel I won't have to make another "I Hate You Bitch" song

[Chorus] - 2X


. . .



(feat. Lil' Flip & Paul Wall)

[Hook - 4x]
From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth

[Z-Ro]
Hold up a minute, I'm the King of the Ghetto
Holding the rap game, like wood grain can't let go
You niggaz'll never see me, I'm on another level
Stay ready to dig a grave, keep a gun and a shovel
And pouring gas too, if there evidence
Saw me in the rear view, now you wonder where I went
I'ma get you if I owe ya, visit ya residence
Lay the merk game down, and then I'ma hit the fence
Better keep my mouth closed, so they can't see the shining
They think it was Z-Ro, cause all they seen was diamonds
I'm cold as a deep freeze, with bags of ice in it
My 3-57 pretty, but ain't nothing nice in it
Too many bitches, and not enough rubbers
LyricsGot so many, all my real niggaz under the gutter
Watch a nigga full of life, light close like shutters
God damn, staying healthy is hard as a mo'fucker

[Hook - 4x]

[Paul Wall]
I got diamonds all in my mouth, in my grill and in my jaws
Platinum teeth and princess cuts, my mouth is similar to a disco ball
I'm Paul Wall my smile is blinding, my ice is shining like a chandelier
I tend to brush my teeth with Windex, just so the glass house mouth shine clear
I got mo' karats invested with soup, I'm a Texas icon a People's Champ
Put on your shades when I commits to approach, my mouth is eliminating like a lamp
It got gold grills and platinum and ice, cause that's how it is in the Lone Star State
With a cup full of bar in a candy car, and we jamming on a Robert Davis Grey Tape

[Hook - 4x]

[Lil' Flip]
Ever since 1999, I had diamonds in my grill
You just rapping that ain't platinum, homie you need to chill
Cause you embarrassing Texas, nigga you ain't trill
Nigga you been on my dick, way befo' you got your deal
These rappers finally get some fame, and think they got it locked
After your album flop, nigga you gon be on Koch
My gear clean, from my ear rings to my pinky ring
If you ain't spend thirty, tuck in your piece and chain (Southside)

[Hook - 4x]

[Z-Ro]
Blucka-blucka-blucka, that's how my gun go
If I'm looking agitated, bitch you better run hoe
I use to do the baguettes, but now I'm VS-1's though
Princess cuts straight up and down, Johnny done those
I got loud ice, just like Paul Wall
Shining down South, brighter than all y'all
When it's time to get your jewelry done who do y'all call
Cause you fellas ain't shining at all, check me out
On the first and fifteenth, I'm some'ing like a pimp
Even with a suspended license, still finna flip
Ain't no limit to this cash, ain't nothing I can't get
Five deuce Hoover cause, ain't nothing like a Crip
Ride with a Revolve', I don't fuck with clips
These roach ass niggaz, trying to make me bust my chips
But I'm not a bank, I don't even trust my bitch
I'm from the South, and I got diamonds in my mouth

[Hook - 3x]

(*Hook slowed down*)


. . .



[Z-Ro]
Dubya-dubya-dubya-dot, fuckallayall dot com
Run up if you want to nigga

[Intro: Z-Ro harmonizing]
Blues ain't the way that I lose
How I get gray hair
Take a bruisin the way I been bruised
And you'll see why I don't care
Respect my mind - cause I'll kill you nigga
Bitch I'll kill you niggaz, you better
Respect my mind - cause I'll kill you niggaz
Cause I will kill you nigga
Cause I don't wanna feel
Someone else's weapon... so

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
I load my AK, don't think I won't spray
You bitch niggaz gon' lay, you won't catch me runnin
When - I load my AK, don't think I won't spray
LyricsYou bitch niggaz gon' lay, you won't catch me runnin
When...

[Z-Ro]
I become a soldier when it's war time
That's all I really know cause all I've had are hard times
And ain't nobody bendin down with me, I'm on my own
Duckin and dodgin infrareds aimin for my dome
I got enemies in every state, city and hood
Plus my relationship with my friends ain't no good
Therefore I roll with Katie cause she's a bad bitch
One squeeze ten motherfuckers bleed and need a casket
No need to reload, I promise I'ma drop 'em all
Screamin "Remember me?" as motherfuckers stop and fall
Ain't no remorse, ain't no love in my life cycle
Cause when your family out to get you it be twice as vital
I'm not tryin to be a statistic of a thug war
Call me ridiculous but I won't hesitate to slug for it
That's on my momma trust, nobody but friends to my kin
For the slightest disrespect I'ma commit another sin
When I...

[Chorus] - 1/2

[Z-Ro]
Tragedies happen in my world everytime I breathe
So I'm paranoid and trigger happy until I leave
I got a 357, a 45, and a gauge
But Ms. Katie put mo' motherfuckers on the front page
If I gotta pull a trigger I'ma shoot to kill
Not tryin to hurt ya, I'ma try to leave you stiff as steel
Cause I ain't tryin to watch my back when I'm out in public
So when I blast that's yo' ass you went out and dusted
But I'm not tryin to send the wrong message to the kids
I'm just sayin even if you young they'll stil split ya wig
And I'd be wrong if I told you to let a nigga do ya
I practice what I preach and ride with much more then a Ruger
I guess the Lord'll deal with me at the end of time
I'm not a killer but motherfuckers gon' respect my mind
That's on my mama trust, nobody but friends to my kin
For the slightest disrespect I'll put ya spirit in the wind
When I...

[Chorus] - 1/2

[Intro]

[Chorus]


. . .



[Hook]
How many niggaz, wanna ride tonight
Fuck with me, it'll be a homicide tonight
I'ma make me a motherfucker, slide tonight
And put a swelling on his pimping, ride out tonight

[Z-Ro]
Back in 1994, I use to hustle all the time
Instead of a woman, Ro had making money on his mind
Now it's 2000 and 3, and ain't a thang changed
I'm still fishing for feddy, bringing to make brains hang
Nigga this Rap-A-Lot Mafia, for life my nigga
Fuck over us, and you'll be looking for your life my nigga
I garuntee, that you will lose it
(cause I'm a motherfucking fool with my hand tool, and I'm not afraid to use it)
Cause everyday, a nigga be busting for fun
When I be clutching my guns, bullets get stuck in they lungs
Who that talking down on the compound, what they smoking on
Mo City inner-circle, will leave a bitch with broken bones
United together, forever
LyricsAs long as Little J give me the go-ahead, I'ma brandish my Baretta
So one mo' kill one mo' murder, one mo' homicide
Challenge my authority, and I'ma show you how to ride

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
Mo City motherfucker, run and hide
I got 17 in the clip, plus I got one inside
The chamber leaving no remainders, I display myself
And put my mask on up in my glass house, like a receiver on my cash route
Until I'm paid, living in the ghetto is hard
So I take what I need, and seek forgiveness of the Lord
Can I get a blessing, niggaz is stressing me out
But when I open fire, seem like they be helping me out
And not a nan-nother one of these fellas, be still bumping
Clear the parking lot, ain't nobody left but I'm still dumping
(automatic twin bitches, out the window
Cause I be tripping on that cousin, and that endo)
In a world of my own my nigga, I'm a G in these streets
And if you looking for me bitch, I'ma be in these streets
It ain't no hiding from the shadow of death, it's do or die
Go to war with a killa, and I'ma show you how to ride

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
I'ma show you motherfuckers, how to ride
Let a motherfucker disrespect me, I'ma show a motherfucker how to slide
(hoping some of that, cause I will lose it
Got a firearm, and I'm able to use it)
Shoot first, and never ask questions later on
This life I'm living, one day you here the next day you gone
Become a memory fucking with me, plus I'm thugging to the finish line
Fuck what they going through, they gon give me mine
A ton and a half, of leave me alone
Coming at me your members too nervous, to come see me alone
Where the real niggaz at, where the real niggaz at
Cause these coward motherfuckers, got me watching my back
And everytime, I woop a nigga's ass
I gotta watch out for the reprocussion, don't be a victim when a bitch nigga blast
I'm on my P's and Q's, at all times
Come and see me motherfucker, I'ma show you how to ride

[Hook]

(*talking*)
How many niggaz wanna ride tonight, fucking with Z-Ro
It's fa sho, to be a homicide tonight
I be damned, if I let a motherfucker get out of line with me
And I don't pull his co-tail, fuck around and slap the shit out a motherfucker
Bitch you better back-back, give me fifty
Mo' than fifty feet though, bitch you better give me fifty mo'fucking kilometers
Give me fifty miles mo'fucker, you don't wanna be around me man
When my face frown up, cause your bitch ass'll be face up from the ground up
Feel me R.I.P., rest in peace hoe ass niggaz


. . .

Auntie & Grandma

[No lyrics]

. . .



(*talking*)
Gotta make sure these words are understandable
Cause it's a motherfucking shame, all these short
Comings in the game, hoe ass niggas, hoe ass bitches
Know I'm saying

[Z-Ro]
I'm still King of the Ghetto, ain't a damn thang changed
Still sip out the prescription bottle, with hydro on my brain
It help a nigga make it through the drama, swear to God
I be feeling like busting heads, and relocate to the Bahamas
But I don't wanna be a runaway, I love my block
But I can't seem to put my gun away, friends be killing friends
So I don't make no ends, with nobody I know
Cause if nobody gets nervous, then nobody's gotta go
That's the G-Code, and I will busting simply, then I will reload
Sick of all of this gun bumping, from you people
Turning a Christian into someone who is evil, Z-Ro
Motherfuckers all up in my business, broadcasting my life
Presidential Records suing Z-Ro, and his pockets ain't right
LyricsWhy they wanna spread rumors, bout Ro Dog
Turn me to a menace to society like O-Dog

[Chorus]
It's a shaa-aa-ame, the way they fuck around with my mind
It's a shaa-aa-ame, the way they try to hurt me
It's a shaa-aa-ame, the way they got me walking round with my nine
Raised on game, a soldier that's showing no mercy

[Z-Ro]
When I wake up, I be wishing to find another way to make a living
Baking a cake, back in the kitchen got my palms itching
Scratch that with a fat stack, of Benjamin Franklin, y'all better
Back back trying to get my stack, I got a black mack in a black backpack
I know you jealous niggas, hate me cause I shine
They know I be rolling one deep, trying to follow behind
I gotta handle my business, by myself cause I'm alone
Really nothing to live fo', no more wife no more kids at home
Ain't that a shame, I'm losing everything I love
When they fuck up its okay, but when it's me they hold a grudge
You think I ain't know, you was fucking over Z-Ro
With Lil' Shannon around the time, your vehicle was repoed
My love for you was that of a mother, one I never had
I know we could never be again, I'm forever sad
But a hustler, gotta keep hustling
Until then, I-10 drug smuggling

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]
Sometimes I be wondering, if I'm ever gon make it
Ducking and dodging poverty, am I ever gon shake it
Every nigga I deal with, keeps saying they down
Why my money be funny, everytime it be coming round
I told him tell em 25 hundred, he told em three thousand
Making me miss out on money, Sam gon witness me clowning
When you give a nigga a inch, they try to take the whole ruler
After my inches, nothing but the forty-four ruger
Who am I, Z-Ro the Crooked I'm not a hoe
But instead of busting your head, I'ma go on and let you go
I'ma receive my blessing, better believe my weapon
Is a first, from the basic instructions before leaving earth
The bible, and if we follow it properly its survival
We gotta listen sometimes, even though we wanna all shine
And glisten sometimes, remember we on a heavenly mission sometimes

[Chorus]

(*talking*)
One love to my motherfucking soldier niggas
J-Pimp, my nigga Rice aka sliding up under something
When they get outta line


. . .


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