Song | Love Ain't Live |
Artist | Z-Ro |
Album | I'm Still Livin |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Castillo, McVey | |
Z-Ro the Crooked, | |
AKA King of | |
Da Ghetto | |
Representing | |
Assholes By | |
Nature [Z-Ro:] | |
I always been a soldier, but | |
I never did look for no wars | |
I walk with | |
God, but I still receive bruises and scars | |
Everybody was shitting on me, for no reason | |
Couldn't wait to get my money right, and finally get even | |
Remember when | |
I pushed the canary colors, with a pocket full of lint | |
Booster cables was necessary, for everywhere | |
I went Sold dope for a minute, till my nigga start snitching | |
Guess they didn't wanna see a nigga, get money out the kitchen ' | |
Fore my mama died (mama said), people gonna hate ya | |
Cause they can't do what you doing, cause they women wanna date ya | |
Be ready for it, it's gon happen all day long | |
If everybody got love for ya, you doing some'ing wrong | |
That's why | |
I strive to please | |
Z-Ro, keep my money on the low | |
Cause if my friends try to get me, they gotta go | |
You can hate me all you want, cause | |
I'ma use it for my good | |
Thanks for helping me, to make it out the hood [Hook: x2] | |
This one is to my real niggaz, that hate me every single day | |
Because of you, | |
I make the world pay | |
Ain't got no love for nothing that got love for me, cause love ain't live | |
They don't love me, they love my nickels and dimes [Z-Ro:] | |
Everytime | |
I pray to | |
God, I ask him to forgive me for all my flaws | |
But I'm paranoid, | |
I can't keep my pistol out my drawas | |
Seem like everytime | |
I move, somebody watching me | |
But still | |
I continue to pay my dues, it ain't no stopping me | |
Till I'm satisfied, until then | |
I'm left to ride till it's over | |
But I travel with no passengers, you can't ride if you ain't doja | |
I don't even trust myself, so where you think you stand with me | |
Fuck everybody, | |
I feel like everybody out to get me | |
If it ain't so, tell me why | |
I live like this | |
Po' than a motherfuckers, but | |
I still give like | |
I'm rich I promise trying to make it to heaven, is hard as hell | |
Especially now, when all | |
I receive is pictures and mail | |
Motherfuckers was plotting on me, just to get me out the way | |
You them ride or die niggaz, | |
I use to fuck with everyday | |
I appreciate y'all, for turning your backs | |
Once I was alone, all my poverty turned into stacks [Hook x2] [Z-Ro:] | |
If you look me in my eyes, you will find no emotion | |
The reason why | |
I pass my homies up, and keep on coasting | |
Cause life has been hard, and they ain't make it no better | |
Making a mockery out of | |
Joseph McVey, for lack of cheddar | |
But now I make the world, pay me jewels and riches | |
Remember when | |
I gave a fuck, about you niggaz and bitches | |
But when I was doing bad, | |
I couldn't get up out the pit's hand | |
Couldn't even spend the night, when | |
I didn't have a spot to live in | |
I barely had enough scratch, for a dime sack and a cigar | |
To the world, | |
I was just another nothing ass nigga | |
But I made it out the ghetto, in the nick of time | |
Right before | |
I let my Z- | |
Ro haters, see me lose my mind | |
It's a different ball game, now | |
I'm in the major leagues | |
No longer have to be dreaming, just to see me play with | |
G's I know my haters, can't stand me | |
Cause everyday they homeboys and homegirls jam me, | |
I'm loving it [Hook x2] |
zuo qu : Castillo, McVey | |
ZRo the Crooked, | |
AKA King of | |
Da Ghetto | |
Representing | |
Assholes By | |
Nature ZRo: | |
I always been a soldier, but | |
I never did look for no wars | |
I walk with | |
God, but I still receive bruises and scars | |
Everybody was shitting on me, for no reason | |
Couldn' t wait to get my money right, and finally get even | |
Remember when | |
I pushed the canary colors, with a pocket full of lint | |
Booster cables was necessary, for everywhere | |
I went Sold dope for a minute, till my nigga start snitching | |
Guess they didn' t wanna see a nigga, get money out the kitchen ' | |
Fore my mama died mama said, people gonna hate ya | |
Cause they can' t do what you doing, cause they women wanna date ya | |
Be ready for it, it' s gon happen all day long | |
If everybody got love for ya, you doing some' ing wrong | |
That' s why | |
I strive to please | |
ZRo, keep my money on the low | |
Cause if my friends try to get me, they gotta go | |
You can hate me all you want, cause | |
I' ma use it for my good | |
Thanks for helping me, to make it out the hood Hook: x2 | |
This one is to my real niggaz, that hate me every single day | |
Because of you, | |
I make the world pay | |
Ain' t got no love for nothing that got love for me, cause love ain' t live | |
They don' t love me, they love my nickels and dimes ZRo: | |
Everytime | |
I pray to | |
God, I ask him to forgive me for all my flaws | |
But I' m paranoid, | |
I can' t keep my pistol out my drawas | |
Seem like everytime | |
I move, somebody watching me | |
But still | |
I continue to pay my dues, it ain' t no stopping me | |
Till I' m satisfied, until then | |
I' m left to ride till it' s over | |
But I travel with no passengers, you can' t ride if you ain' t doja | |
I don' t even trust myself, so where you think you stand with me | |
Fuck everybody, | |
I feel like everybody out to get me | |
If it ain' t so, tell me why | |
I live like this | |
Po' than a motherfuckers, but | |
I still give like | |
I' m rich I promise trying to make it to heaven, is hard as hell | |
Especially now, when all | |
I receive is pictures and mail | |
Motherfuckers was plotting on me, just to get me out the way | |
You them ride or die niggaz, | |
I use to fuck with everyday | |
I appreciate y' all, for turning your backs | |
Once I was alone, all my poverty turned into stacks Hook x2 ZRo: | |
If you look me in my eyes, you will find no emotion | |
The reason why | |
I pass my homies up, and keep on coasting | |
Cause life has been hard, and they ain' t make it no better | |
Making a mockery out of | |
Joseph McVey, for lack of cheddar | |
But now I make the world, pay me jewels and riches | |
Remember when | |
I gave a fuck, about you niggaz and bitches | |
But when I was doing bad, | |
I couldn' t get up out the pit' s hand | |
Couldn' t even spend the night, when | |
I didn' t have a spot to live in | |
I barely had enough scratch, for a dime sack and a cigar | |
To the world, | |
I was just another nothing ass nigga | |
But I made it out the ghetto, in the nick of time | |
Right before | |
I let my Z | |
Ro haters, see me lose my mind | |
It' s a different ball game, now | |
I' m in the major leagues | |
No longer have to be dreaming, just to see me play with | |
G' s I know my haters, can' t stand me | |
Cause everyday they homeboys and homegirls jam me, | |
I' m loving it Hook x2 |
zuò qǔ : Castillo, McVey | |
ZRo the Crooked, | |
AKA King of | |
Da Ghetto | |
Representing | |
Assholes By | |
Nature ZRo: | |
I always been a soldier, but | |
I never did look for no wars | |
I walk with | |
God, but I still receive bruises and scars | |
Everybody was shitting on me, for no reason | |
Couldn' t wait to get my money right, and finally get even | |
Remember when | |
I pushed the canary colors, with a pocket full of lint | |
Booster cables was necessary, for everywhere | |
I went Sold dope for a minute, till my nigga start snitching | |
Guess they didn' t wanna see a nigga, get money out the kitchen ' | |
Fore my mama died mama said, people gonna hate ya | |
Cause they can' t do what you doing, cause they women wanna date ya | |
Be ready for it, it' s gon happen all day long | |
If everybody got love for ya, you doing some' ing wrong | |
That' s why | |
I strive to please | |
ZRo, keep my money on the low | |
Cause if my friends try to get me, they gotta go | |
You can hate me all you want, cause | |
I' ma use it for my good | |
Thanks for helping me, to make it out the hood Hook: x2 | |
This one is to my real niggaz, that hate me every single day | |
Because of you, | |
I make the world pay | |
Ain' t got no love for nothing that got love for me, cause love ain' t live | |
They don' t love me, they love my nickels and dimes ZRo: | |
Everytime | |
I pray to | |
God, I ask him to forgive me for all my flaws | |
But I' m paranoid, | |
I can' t keep my pistol out my drawas | |
Seem like everytime | |
I move, somebody watching me | |
But still | |
I continue to pay my dues, it ain' t no stopping me | |
Till I' m satisfied, until then | |
I' m left to ride till it' s over | |
But I travel with no passengers, you can' t ride if you ain' t doja | |
I don' t even trust myself, so where you think you stand with me | |
Fuck everybody, | |
I feel like everybody out to get me | |
If it ain' t so, tell me why | |
I live like this | |
Po' than a motherfuckers, but | |
I still give like | |
I' m rich I promise trying to make it to heaven, is hard as hell | |
Especially now, when all | |
I receive is pictures and mail | |
Motherfuckers was plotting on me, just to get me out the way | |
You them ride or die niggaz, | |
I use to fuck with everyday | |
I appreciate y' all, for turning your backs | |
Once I was alone, all my poverty turned into stacks Hook x2 ZRo: | |
If you look me in my eyes, you will find no emotion | |
The reason why | |
I pass my homies up, and keep on coasting | |
Cause life has been hard, and they ain' t make it no better | |
Making a mockery out of | |
Joseph McVey, for lack of cheddar | |
But now I make the world, pay me jewels and riches | |
Remember when | |
I gave a fuck, about you niggaz and bitches | |
But when I was doing bad, | |
I couldn' t get up out the pit' s hand | |
Couldn' t even spend the night, when | |
I didn' t have a spot to live in | |
I barely had enough scratch, for a dime sack and a cigar | |
To the world, | |
I was just another nothing ass nigga | |
But I made it out the ghetto, in the nick of time | |
Right before | |
I let my Z | |
Ro haters, see me lose my mind | |
It' s a different ball game, now | |
I' m in the major leagues | |
No longer have to be dreaming, just to see me play with | |
G' s I know my haters, can' t stand me | |
Cause everyday they homeboys and homegirls jam me, | |
I' m loving it Hook x2 |