| 作曲 : Z Ro | |
| Shit let me see that light, (huh nigga) | |
| Is there any weed, (hold up nigga damn what's wrong with you nigga) | |
| Cause nigga, mayn I'm stressing like a mo'fucker | |
| (for what), I gotta turn myself in man | |
| (oh I forgot about that shit man fuck), but not today though | |
| (oh well shit fuck it, you all good then) | |
| [Z-Ro:] | |
| I'm breaking, my bud sack down (bud sack down) | |
| And representing, H-Town (H-Town) | |
| My homies, are always down (always down) | |
| Whenever, I'm rolling round (rolling round) | |
| I keep my hand, on my strap (on my strap) | |
| I bet I blow back your nap, (your nap) | |
| I fuck you up brah, so quick (so quick) | |
| And all you haters, raise up off my dick (my dick) | |
| I'm repping, the Screwed Up Click (Up Click) | |
| Time to lace your shoes up bitch, (up bitch) | |
| I bet you won't fuck around, (around) | |
| Cause I'm the coldest nigga in my town, (my town) | |
| You can get your shit, and shoot-shoot all days up | |
| But I don't give a fuck, cause ain't nobody gonna touch me | |
| I bet you, I be standing in the end | |
| I gotta remain living, and counting Benjamins | |
| [Z-Ro:] | |
| Do I fuck with laws naw, I don't fuck with Paul Wall | |
| And I'm riding in some'ing big enough, to get rid of all y'all | |
| Whenever I get to wrecking, I might keep my flow slow like | |
| Big ass momentary kush, and a codeine cup with no ice | |
| Flow nice with the pen and pad, and dangerous with that op top | |
| I'm also known to paint stains, that bang and make your house rock | |
| Make a mouth drop, whenever I'm seen bending a corner | |
| Put my shit in park and hop out, and just might take someone to the corner | |
| What's cracking that six cracking, that's what that do | |
| My body got tattoos, mainly cause my track blue | |
| Get a millnuver or ruger, from a Hoover as he maneuvers | |
| I run to ya as I do ya, your boxing game is straight manure | |
| Been the King of the Ghetto, since 1999 | |
| I remain groove in my kingdom, with my nine right by my side | |
| I lay and wreck, your motherfucking chest at | |
| Get ready for this right here, I'm about to leave you breathless bang | |
| [Z-Ro:] | |
| They say my attitude is grass, but that shit just make me laugh | |
| Now shut up before I pull out my piece, and plug you in your calve | |
| And if you ain't by yourself, I'll wipe out your whole staff | |
| And even a nickname for me, I'm still gon have the last laugh | |
| So fuck with me if you want, I'ma put you to bed | |
| And pretend I'm a pilgrim on Thanksgiving, and butcher your head | |
| This is a freestyle, cause it come from the top of my head | |
| Meanwhile there's a light shining, on top of my led | |
| You ask why, cause I'm trying to see with it | |
| And it don't matter where I'm at, whether private or public I'ma be with it | |
| So I hold down the hammer, and I let myself go | |
| Since my fingerprints ain't on the bullets, they'll never know it was Z-Ro | |
| That's right I sneak around, like a thief in the night | |
| Knuckle up with me, if you want you'll lose your teeth in a fight | |
| Cause I'm grown man, in a couple of months I'll be back home man | |
| Traveling the way a king suppose to travel, over grown man |
| zuo qu : Z Ro | |
| Shit let me see that light, huh nigga | |
| Is there any weed, hold up nigga damn what' s wrong with you nigga | |
| Cause nigga, mayn I' m stressing like a mo' fucker | |
| for what, I gotta turn myself in man | |
| oh I forgot about that shit man fuck, but not today though | |
| oh well shit fuck it, you all good then | |
| ZRo: | |
| I' m breaking, my bud sack down bud sack down | |
| And representing, HTown HTown | |
| My homies, are always down always down | |
| Whenever, I' m rolling round rolling round | |
| I keep my hand, on my strap on my strap | |
| I bet I blow back your nap, your nap | |
| I fuck you up brah, so quick so quick | |
| And all you haters, raise up off my dick my dick | |
| I' m repping, the Screwed Up Click Up Click | |
| Time to lace your shoes up bitch, up bitch | |
| I bet you won' t fuck around, around | |
| Cause I' m the coldest nigga in my town, my town | |
| You can get your shit, and shootshoot all days up | |
| But I don' t give a fuck, cause ain' t nobody gonna touch me | |
| I bet you, I be standing in the end | |
| I gotta remain living, and counting Benjamins | |
| ZRo: | |
| Do I fuck with laws naw, I don' t fuck with Paul Wall | |
| And I' m riding in some' ing big enough, to get rid of all y' all | |
| Whenever I get to wrecking, I might keep my flow slow like | |
| Big ass momentary kush, and a codeine cup with no ice | |
| Flow nice with the pen and pad, and dangerous with that op top | |
| I' m also known to paint stains, that bang and make your house rock | |
| Make a mouth drop, whenever I' m seen bending a corner | |
| Put my shit in park and hop out, and just might take someone to the corner | |
| What' s cracking that six cracking, that' s what that do | |
| My body got tattoos, mainly cause my track blue | |
| Get a millnuver or ruger, from a Hoover as he maneuvers | |
| I run to ya as I do ya, your boxing game is straight manure | |
| Been the King of the Ghetto, since 1999 | |
| I remain groove in my kingdom, with my nine right by my side | |
| I lay and wreck, your motherfucking chest at | |
| Get ready for this right here, I' m about to leave you breathless bang | |
| ZRo: | |
| They say my attitude is grass, but that shit just make me laugh | |
| Now shut up before I pull out my piece, and plug you in your calve | |
| And if you ain' t by yourself, I' ll wipe out your whole staff | |
| And even a nickname for me, I' m still gon have the last laugh | |
| So fuck with me if you want, I' ma put you to bed | |
| And pretend I' m a pilgrim on Thanksgiving, and butcher your head | |
| This is a freestyle, cause it come from the top of my head | |
| Meanwhile there' s a light shining, on top of my led | |
| You ask why, cause I' m trying to see with it | |
| And it don' t matter where I' m at, whether private or public I' ma be with it | |
| So I hold down the hammer, and I let myself go | |
| Since my fingerprints ain' t on the bullets, they' ll never know it was ZRo | |
| That' s right I sneak around, like a thief in the night | |
| Knuckle up with me, if you want you' ll lose your teeth in a fight | |
| Cause I' m grown man, in a couple of months I' ll be back home man | |
| Traveling the way a king suppose to travel, over grown man |
| zuò qǔ : Z Ro | |
| Shit let me see that light, huh nigga | |
| Is there any weed, hold up nigga damn what' s wrong with you nigga | |
| Cause nigga, mayn I' m stressing like a mo' fucker | |
| for what, I gotta turn myself in man | |
| oh I forgot about that shit man fuck, but not today though | |
| oh well shit fuck it, you all good then | |
| ZRo: | |
| I' m breaking, my bud sack down bud sack down | |
| And representing, HTown HTown | |
| My homies, are always down always down | |
| Whenever, I' m rolling round rolling round | |
| I keep my hand, on my strap on my strap | |
| I bet I blow back your nap, your nap | |
| I fuck you up brah, so quick so quick | |
| And all you haters, raise up off my dick my dick | |
| I' m repping, the Screwed Up Click Up Click | |
| Time to lace your shoes up bitch, up bitch | |
| I bet you won' t fuck around, around | |
| Cause I' m the coldest nigga in my town, my town | |
| You can get your shit, and shootshoot all days up | |
| But I don' t give a fuck, cause ain' t nobody gonna touch me | |
| I bet you, I be standing in the end | |
| I gotta remain living, and counting Benjamins | |
| ZRo: | |
| Do I fuck with laws naw, I don' t fuck with Paul Wall | |
| And I' m riding in some' ing big enough, to get rid of all y' all | |
| Whenever I get to wrecking, I might keep my flow slow like | |
| Big ass momentary kush, and a codeine cup with no ice | |
| Flow nice with the pen and pad, and dangerous with that op top | |
| I' m also known to paint stains, that bang and make your house rock | |
| Make a mouth drop, whenever I' m seen bending a corner | |
| Put my shit in park and hop out, and just might take someone to the corner | |
| What' s cracking that six cracking, that' s what that do | |
| My body got tattoos, mainly cause my track blue | |
| Get a millnuver or ruger, from a Hoover as he maneuvers | |
| I run to ya as I do ya, your boxing game is straight manure | |
| Been the King of the Ghetto, since 1999 | |
| I remain groove in my kingdom, with my nine right by my side | |
| I lay and wreck, your motherfucking chest at | |
| Get ready for this right here, I' m about to leave you breathless bang | |
| ZRo: | |
| They say my attitude is grass, but that shit just make me laugh | |
| Now shut up before I pull out my piece, and plug you in your calve | |
| And if you ain' t by yourself, I' ll wipe out your whole staff | |
| And even a nickname for me, I' m still gon have the last laugh | |
| So fuck with me if you want, I' ma put you to bed | |
| And pretend I' m a pilgrim on Thanksgiving, and butcher your head | |
| This is a freestyle, cause it come from the top of my head | |
| Meanwhile there' s a light shining, on top of my led | |
| You ask why, cause I' m trying to see with it | |
| And it don' t matter where I' m at, whether private or public I' ma be with it | |
| So I hold down the hammer, and I let myself go | |
| Since my fingerprints ain' t on the bullets, they' ll never know it was ZRo | |
| That' s right I sneak around, like a thief in the night | |
| Knuckle up with me, if you want you' ll lose your teeth in a fight | |
| Cause I' m grown man, in a couple of months I' ll be back home man | |
| Traveling the way a king suppose to travel, over grown man |
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