| 作曲 : Z Ro | |
| Now you might catch me bobbing my head, but you will not catch me dancing | |
| You might catch me getting at a broad, but you will not catch me romancing | |
| One of the finest emcees out of Houston Texas, from the South end | |
| Where everyday one of my people, lays down in a coffin | |
| Yeah it's a lot of playa haters, lip boxing homie | |
| They don't wanna see me squeezing it, until the empty clips dropping homie | |
| So accurate with my aim, you best repent for your sins | |
| My gun cocking is a reminder, that your life is bad at ten | |
| Though, I don't wanna hurt nobody | |
| I will not hesitate, to put fo' in your body | |
| Don't get it twisted, I don't be rapping about smacking fellas to sell c.d.'s | |
| I'ma really lay my hands on somebody, forget a MP3 | |
| This is real life, secluded from society but this is still life | |
| Trying to go from thinking about it, to definitely I will life | |
| After I save myself, I'll be in a position where I can give life | |
| Thanking Jesus, cause we wouldn't be here if he didn't give his life | |
| [Hook: x2] | |
| Ride all day, ride all night | |
| Can't figure out to stay out of county, but to keep my head right | |
| Got my name in candy blue letters, between my headlights | |
| Z-Ro the Crooked the Mo City Don, he's all about bread right | |
| [Z-Ro:] | |
| I ride all day, just me and a fat sack | |
| In case I'm spotted by jackers, I got my black backpack | |
| With the black mack in it, give me fifty feet or have your hat dented | |
| I just need a whole lot of, leave me alone | |
| Bending corners in the Crentley, dripping paint on the streets | |
| I'm getting paid, everytime I put my pain on a beat | |
| Sitting on top of 22 inches, glassed up ain't nothing like the fast bucks | |
| That's how I keep, good kush weed in a bone | |
| These spreds longs, tend to act so-so | |
| Just like a brother can't get no love, when his do' low | |
| Me and my brothers, we do the best that we can | |
| While trying to give y'all the world, but all we got is two hands | |
| Tell me why when a hustler get locked up, or take a major loss | |
| The same woman that was down like fo' flats, will tell him to step off | |
| That's why I roll, solo | |
| Hell naw you can't get in with me, cause I don't need no help smoking this do-do | |
| [Hook x2] | |
| [Z-Ro:] | |
| These days, everytime I ride by | |
| From shining so hard, I can be spotted by the blind eye | |
| But I'm not capping, just informing y'all that I'm doing rather well from rapping | |
| Although my records never made it gold, or made it platinum | |
| But I got a lot of ice, a couple cars and a couple spots | |
| I don't go to jail no mo', cause my payroll includes a couple cops | |
| So am I riding dirty, I think y'all already know | |
| Hydrolic stash spot, is a guarantee the laws gon let me go | |
| I'ma keep on rolling around, and rolling up this good | |
| Z-Ro in love with Mo City, and needs no help holding up his hood | |
| Matter fact I'm one deep, till I see my grave | |
| But I'm trying to stick around long enough, to see my daughter grown up and paid | |
| Besides, I don't need nobody calling Sandra | |
| Or Dorothy Mathews, about me and this bad news | |
| That's why, I'ma hide behind the limosine tint | |
| Bending corners with plenty kush, and coedine getting bent | |
| [Hook x2] | |
| zuo qu : Z Ro | |
| Now you might catch me bobbing my head, but you will not catch me dancing | |
| You might catch me getting at a broad, but you will not catch me romancing | |
| One of the finest emcees out of Houston Texas, from the South end | |
| Where everyday one of my people, lays down in a coffin | |
| Yeah it' s a lot of playa haters, lip boxing homie | |
| They don' t wanna see me squeezing it, until the empty clips dropping homie | |
| So accurate with my aim, you best repent for your sins | |
| My gun cocking is a reminder, that your life is bad at ten | |
| Though, I don' t wanna hurt nobody | |
| I will not hesitate, to put fo' in your body | |
| Don' t get it twisted, I don' t be rapping about smacking fellas to sell c. d.' s | |
| I' ma really lay my hands on somebody, forget a MP3 | |
| This is real life, secluded from society but this is still life | |
| Trying to go from thinking about it, to definitely I will life | |
| After I save myself, I' ll be in a position where I can give life | |
| Thanking Jesus, cause we wouldn' t be here if he didn' t give his life | |
| Hook: x2 | |
| Ride all day, ride all night | |
| Can' t figure out to stay out of county, but to keep my head right | |
| Got my name in candy blue letters, between my headlights | |
| ZRo the Crooked the Mo City Don, he' s all about bread right | |
| ZRo: | |
| I ride all day, just me and a fat sack | |
| In case I' m spotted by jackers, I got my black backpack | |
| With the black mack in it, give me fifty feet or have your hat dented | |
| I just need a whole lot of, leave me alone | |
| Bending corners in the Crentley, dripping paint on the streets | |
| I' m getting paid, everytime I put my pain on a beat | |
| Sitting on top of 22 inches, glassed up ain' t nothing like the fast bucks | |
| That' s how I keep, good kush weed in a bone | |
| These spreds longs, tend to act soso | |
| Just like a brother can' t get no love, when his do' low | |
| Me and my brothers, we do the best that we can | |
| While trying to give y' all the world, but all we got is two hands | |
| Tell me why when a hustler get locked up, or take a major loss | |
| The same woman that was down like fo' flats, will tell him to step off | |
| That' s why I roll, solo | |
| Hell naw you can' t get in with me, cause I don' t need no help smoking this dodo | |
| Hook x2 | |
| ZRo: | |
| These days, everytime I ride by | |
| From shining so hard, I can be spotted by the blind eye | |
| But I' m not capping, just informing y' all that I' m doing rather well from rapping | |
| Although my records never made it gold, or made it platinum | |
| But I got a lot of ice, a couple cars and a couple spots | |
| I don' t go to jail no mo', cause my payroll includes a couple cops | |
| So am I riding dirty, I think y' all already know | |
| Hydrolic stash spot, is a guarantee the laws gon let me go | |
| I' ma keep on rolling around, and rolling up this good | |
| ZRo in love with Mo City, and needs no help holding up his hood | |
| Matter fact I' m one deep, till I see my grave | |
| But I' m trying to stick around long enough, to see my daughter grown up and paid | |
| Besides, I don' t need nobody calling Sandra | |
| Or Dorothy Mathews, about me and this bad news | |
| That' s why, I' ma hide behind the limosine tint | |
| Bending corners with plenty kush, and coedine getting bent | |
| Hook x2 | |
| zuò qǔ : Z Ro | |
| Now you might catch me bobbing my head, but you will not catch me dancing | |
| You might catch me getting at a broad, but you will not catch me romancing | |
| One of the finest emcees out of Houston Texas, from the South end | |
| Where everyday one of my people, lays down in a coffin | |
| Yeah it' s a lot of playa haters, lip boxing homie | |
| They don' t wanna see me squeezing it, until the empty clips dropping homie | |
| So accurate with my aim, you best repent for your sins | |
| My gun cocking is a reminder, that your life is bad at ten | |
| Though, I don' t wanna hurt nobody | |
| I will not hesitate, to put fo' in your body | |
| Don' t get it twisted, I don' t be rapping about smacking fellas to sell c. d.' s | |
| I' ma really lay my hands on somebody, forget a MP3 | |
| This is real life, secluded from society but this is still life | |
| Trying to go from thinking about it, to definitely I will life | |
| After I save myself, I' ll be in a position where I can give life | |
| Thanking Jesus, cause we wouldn' t be here if he didn' t give his life | |
| Hook: x2 | |
| Ride all day, ride all night | |
| Can' t figure out to stay out of county, but to keep my head right | |
| Got my name in candy blue letters, between my headlights | |
| ZRo the Crooked the Mo City Don, he' s all about bread right | |
| ZRo: | |
| I ride all day, just me and a fat sack | |
| In case I' m spotted by jackers, I got my black backpack | |
| With the black mack in it, give me fifty feet or have your hat dented | |
| I just need a whole lot of, leave me alone | |
| Bending corners in the Crentley, dripping paint on the streets | |
| I' m getting paid, everytime I put my pain on a beat | |
| Sitting on top of 22 inches, glassed up ain' t nothing like the fast bucks | |
| That' s how I keep, good kush weed in a bone | |
| These spreds longs, tend to act soso | |
| Just like a brother can' t get no love, when his do' low | |
| Me and my brothers, we do the best that we can | |
| While trying to give y' all the world, but all we got is two hands | |
| Tell me why when a hustler get locked up, or take a major loss | |
| The same woman that was down like fo' flats, will tell him to step off | |
| That' s why I roll, solo | |
| Hell naw you can' t get in with me, cause I don' t need no help smoking this dodo | |
| Hook x2 | |
| ZRo: | |
| These days, everytime I ride by | |
| From shining so hard, I can be spotted by the blind eye | |
| But I' m not capping, just informing y' all that I' m doing rather well from rapping | |
| Although my records never made it gold, or made it platinum | |
| But I got a lot of ice, a couple cars and a couple spots | |
| I don' t go to jail no mo', cause my payroll includes a couple cops | |
| So am I riding dirty, I think y' all already know | |
| Hydrolic stash spot, is a guarantee the laws gon let me go | |
| I' ma keep on rolling around, and rolling up this good | |
| ZRo in love with Mo City, and needs no help holding up his hood | |
| Matter fact I' m one deep, till I see my grave | |
| But I' m trying to stick around long enough, to see my daughter grown up and paid | |
| Besides, I don' t need nobody calling Sandra | |
| Or Dorothy Mathews, about me and this bad news | |
| That' s why, I' ma hide behind the limosine tint | |
| Bending corners with plenty kush, and coedine getting bent | |
| Hook x2 | |
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