ro – mo city don..freestyle lyrics – z

sh*t, z-ro the crooked, i know y’all
been waiting on this here, yeah sh*t
rip 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 sh*t, i still feel stress, still gotta get something
off my chest, while these hoe n*gg*s be doing what
they be doing, i don’t know though, sh*t f*ck 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*cking soldier
out the streets, of the ridgemont 4
not no b*tch, and say i still ain’t a hoe
letting n*gg*s know, everyday of the year
i pimp my pen, and i get my point clear
why n*gg*s 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, n*gg* old glory
i’m h-town to cali, just like robert horry
if i do a murder, flee the murder scene
when there’s a shortage on the drank, i can’t find no lean
from southwest to southeast, b*tch it’s about war not bout peace
n*gg* like me, i’m bout knocking out teeth
know i’m saying, i’ll loose your grill
a n*gg* coming down, in the coupe deville
looking gravy, looking real throwed
i’m a be the n*gg*, pulling over at the f*cking 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 n*gg*, on the way to the golden gate
a n*gg* like me, can’t wait
just to make it, to another day
gotta get the big pay off, so get the f*ck out my way
when i come around your corner, so slow
it’ll be the n*gg*, in the d*mn polo
that’s the ralph lauren, jacekers 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 n*gg*s they be red, but z-ro blue
i come around your corner, but i ain’t set tripping
but i will, wet n*gg*s and wet women
with the calico, i had to let a motherf*cker know
that i come around your corner, in a lincoln four do’
a fox photo, cause i do it in a flash
n*gg* watch out, cause that could be your *ss
i rhyme so long, rhyme so strong
i flex my bicep, then i swoll on
get on, the motherf*cking bench
and when the laws h*t the corner, i hit the fence
they wonder where i went, they keep looking
i don’t give a f*ck, 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’m a keep going, i keep on flowing just like the nile
million dolla mouthpiece, everytime i smile
lookin’ throwda, n*gg* 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 d*mn, bout a crooked *ss cop
crooked officer, crooked officer
make a n*gg* wanna blow the badge, off of ya
me and dougie, my motherf*cking brother
rip, to my motherf*cking mother
that’s the dorothy marie mcvay matthew
there’s ten toes planted, in my motherf*cking 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
dunk on a punk, just like kelvin cato
houston to the rocket, a four-peat like comets
i don’t give a f*ck, good punch a b*tch n*gg* make him vomit
on the grind, i’m a 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 motherf*cking benz-e
got these hoes running round, in a frenzy
i be busting full clips, till they empty
a piece of potent p*ssy, 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 d*mn slaughter
dewaun in the back, and he got the camcorder
recording everything, the 4’s gon sw*ng
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*cking plat, but first a gold, a motherf*cking plaque
i keep it straight and simple like that, hit a b*tch from the back
and i use my, motherf*cking tool
make her say ouch, when i hit her with the mule

/ z lyrics