| Song | Z-Ro |
| Artist | Z-Ro |
| Album | Greatest Hits |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dean, Gilmour, McVey | |
| [Z-Ro:] I'm a | |
| Ridgemont soldier, state of | |
| Texas stunner. | |
| King of the ghetto, even when | |
| I was a new comer. 24 hours a day, | |
| I be sendin' fellas under. | |
| If they people want revenge, | |
| I never worry or wonder. | |
| When my muthafuckin' beef comin'. | |
| Nigga this | |
| Rap-A-Lot mafia, head ' | |
| N' chief comin'. | |
| Everybody claimin' they got gorillas in they click. | |
| Why they be lyin'? | |
| When automatics start buckin' they turn them monkeys on the vine. | |
| Tryin' to get away from the drama. | |
| But my barrel be spinnin' like a set of | |
| Yokohama. | |
| I gotta blame it on my messed up childhood, this how | |
| I turned out. | |
| Hotter than first degree burns, unable to burn out. [Hook:] [x2] | |
| Z-Ro, I think you fellas know my name mayne. | |
| Z-Ro, makin' these haters mad that's my thing mayne. | |
| Z-Ro, I'm real & | |
| I ain't gon' never change mayne. | |
| Z-Ro, me & a piece of platinum that's the same thing. [Z-Ro:] | |
| We ain't ridin' on no horses around here. | |
| We get it how we live, that's why it go down around here. | |
| We goin' through things, plenty plenty pain around here. | |
| I cheerin' a smoke ass, we don't play games around here. | |
| Everybody livin' wild, nobody tame around here. | |
| On they click 'em juice with evil in they brain around here. | |
| Since the turn of the century, it ain't been the same around here. | |
| Must be a soldier or get voted, just to claim around here. | |
| Some people say we a fashion show. | |
| Don't let the | |
| Screw tapes fool you 'cause we be blastin' hoe. | |
| This is what it sounds like when we ride on our enemies. | |
| Houston Texas, we pullin' negative energy. [Hook:] [x2] | |
| Z-Ro, I think you fellas know my name mayne. | |
| Z-Ro, makin' these haters mad that's my thing mayne. | |
| Z-Ro, I'm real & | |
| I ain't gon' never change mayne. | |
| Z-Ro, me & a piece of platinum that's the same thing. [Z-Ro:] | |
| Be all up in my face, when | |
| I be sangin' that song. | |
| But when haters be up in my face, | |
| I be swangin' that dome. | |
| Because patience is a virtue that | |
| I don't have. | |
| And you a fool if your thinkin' that | |
| I won't jab. | |
| I hate the world is the kind of attitude | |
| I got. But | |
| I could justify reasons for any dude | |
| I shot. So | |
| I never be watchin' my back, | |
| Jehovah do it for me. | |
| I'm not a criminal, just tryin' to keep t-bone in my tummy. | |
| I'm as good as the best of them. | |
| Or as bad as the worst. | |
| Lil' fella you can find out, don't make me have to pull my iron out. | |
| I do my dirt but | |
| I hide it like a bottle of | |
| Zydine. [Hook:] [x2] | |
| Z-Ro, I think you fellas know my name mayne. | |
| Z-Ro, makin' these haters mad that's my thing mayne. | |
| Z-Ro, I'm real & | |
| I ain't gon' never change mayne. | |
| Z-Ro, me & a piece of platinum that's the same thing. |
| zuo qu : Dean, Gilmour, McVey | |
| ZRo: I' m a | |
| Ridgemont soldier, state of | |
| Texas stunner. | |
| King of the ghetto, even when | |
| I was a new comer. 24 hours a day, | |
| I be sendin' fellas under. | |
| If they people want revenge, | |
| I never worry or wonder. | |
| When my muthafuckin' beef comin'. | |
| Nigga this | |
| RapALot mafia, head ' | |
| N' chief comin'. | |
| Everybody claimin' they got gorillas in they click. | |
| Why they be lyin'? | |
| When automatics start buckin' they turn them monkeys on the vine. | |
| Tryin' to get away from the drama. | |
| But my barrel be spinnin' like a set of | |
| Yokohama. | |
| I gotta blame it on my messed up childhood, this how | |
| I turned out. | |
| Hotter than first degree burns, unable to burn out. Hook: x2 | |
| ZRo, I think you fellas know my name mayne. | |
| ZRo, makin' these haters mad that' s my thing mayne. | |
| ZRo, I' m real | |
| I ain' t gon' never change mayne. | |
| ZRo, me a piece of platinum that' s the same thing. ZRo: | |
| We ain' t ridin' on no horses around here. | |
| We get it how we live, that' s why it go down around here. | |
| We goin' through things, plenty plenty pain around here. | |
| I cheerin' a smoke ass, we don' t play games around here. | |
| Everybody livin' wild, nobody tame around here. | |
| On they click ' em juice with evil in they brain around here. | |
| Since the turn of the century, it ain' t been the same around here. | |
| Must be a soldier or get voted, just to claim around here. | |
| Some people say we a fashion show. | |
| Don' t let the | |
| Screw tapes fool you ' cause we be blastin' hoe. | |
| This is what it sounds like when we ride on our enemies. | |
| Houston Texas, we pullin' negative energy. Hook: x2 | |
| ZRo, I think you fellas know my name mayne. | |
| ZRo, makin' these haters mad that' s my thing mayne. | |
| ZRo, I' m real | |
| I ain' t gon' never change mayne. | |
| ZRo, me a piece of platinum that' s the same thing. ZRo: | |
| Be all up in my face, when | |
| I be sangin' that song. | |
| But when haters be up in my face, | |
| I be swangin' that dome. | |
| Because patience is a virtue that | |
| I don' t have. | |
| And you a fool if your thinkin' that | |
| I won' t jab. | |
| I hate the world is the kind of attitude | |
| I got. But | |
| I could justify reasons for any dude | |
| I shot. So | |
| I never be watchin' my back, | |
| Jehovah do it for me. | |
| I' m not a criminal, just tryin' to keep tbone in my tummy. | |
| I' m as good as the best of them. | |
| Or as bad as the worst. | |
| Lil' fella you can find out, don' t make me have to pull my iron out. | |
| I do my dirt but | |
| I hide it like a bottle of | |
| Zydine. Hook: x2 | |
| ZRo, I think you fellas know my name mayne. | |
| ZRo, makin' these haters mad that' s my thing mayne. | |
| ZRo, I' m real | |
| I ain' t gon' never change mayne. | |
| ZRo, me a piece of platinum that' s the same thing. |
| zuò qǔ : Dean, Gilmour, McVey | |
| ZRo: I' m a | |
| Ridgemont soldier, state of | |
| Texas stunner. | |
| King of the ghetto, even when | |
| I was a new comer. 24 hours a day, | |
| I be sendin' fellas under. | |
| If they people want revenge, | |
| I never worry or wonder. | |
| When my muthafuckin' beef comin'. | |
| Nigga this | |
| RapALot mafia, head ' | |
| N' chief comin'. | |
| Everybody claimin' they got gorillas in they click. | |
| Why they be lyin'? | |
| When automatics start buckin' they turn them monkeys on the vine. | |
| Tryin' to get away from the drama. | |
| But my barrel be spinnin' like a set of | |
| Yokohama. | |
| I gotta blame it on my messed up childhood, this how | |
| I turned out. | |
| Hotter than first degree burns, unable to burn out. Hook: x2 | |
| ZRo, I think you fellas know my name mayne. | |
| ZRo, makin' these haters mad that' s my thing mayne. | |
| ZRo, I' m real | |
| I ain' t gon' never change mayne. | |
| ZRo, me a piece of platinum that' s the same thing. ZRo: | |
| We ain' t ridin' on no horses around here. | |
| We get it how we live, that' s why it go down around here. | |
| We goin' through things, plenty plenty pain around here. | |
| I cheerin' a smoke ass, we don' t play games around here. | |
| Everybody livin' wild, nobody tame around here. | |
| On they click ' em juice with evil in they brain around here. | |
| Since the turn of the century, it ain' t been the same around here. | |
| Must be a soldier or get voted, just to claim around here. | |
| Some people say we a fashion show. | |
| Don' t let the | |
| Screw tapes fool you ' cause we be blastin' hoe. | |
| This is what it sounds like when we ride on our enemies. | |
| Houston Texas, we pullin' negative energy. Hook: x2 | |
| ZRo, I think you fellas know my name mayne. | |
| ZRo, makin' these haters mad that' s my thing mayne. | |
| ZRo, I' m real | |
| I ain' t gon' never change mayne. | |
| ZRo, me a piece of platinum that' s the same thing. ZRo: | |
| Be all up in my face, when | |
| I be sangin' that song. | |
| But when haters be up in my face, | |
| I be swangin' that dome. | |
| Because patience is a virtue that | |
| I don' t have. | |
| And you a fool if your thinkin' that | |
| I won' t jab. | |
| I hate the world is the kind of attitude | |
| I got. But | |
| I could justify reasons for any dude | |
| I shot. So | |
| I never be watchin' my back, | |
| Jehovah do it for me. | |
| I' m not a criminal, just tryin' to keep tbone in my tummy. | |
| I' m as good as the best of them. | |
| Or as bad as the worst. | |
| Lil' fella you can find out, don' t make me have to pull my iron out. | |
| I do my dirt but | |
| I hide it like a bottle of | |
| Zydine. Hook: x2 | |
| ZRo, I think you fellas know my name mayne. | |
| ZRo, makin' these haters mad that' s my thing mayne. | |
| ZRo, I' m real | |
| I ain' t gon' never change mayne. | |
| ZRo, me a piece of platinum that' s the same thing. |