作曲 : Barrier, Griffin, McVey
(*talking*)
*******t, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all been waitin' on this here, yep, *******t.
R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator.
All the fallen soldiers man.
Southside, Eastside, Westside, Northside. You know what I'm sayin'?
All my partners, all your dead partners
But *******t I still feel stress, I still gotta get something off my chest
While these hoe *******s be doin' what they be doin'
I don't know though, *******t ******* it
We gon' stay 2 deep in a fo' do'.
[Z-Ro:]
Slow Loud & 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 mutha******' soldier
Out the streets of the Ridgemont 4
Not no ******* & say I still ain't a hoe
Lettin' *******s know everyday of the year
I pimp my pen & I get my point clear.
Why *******s wanna talk down? I don't know
Gotta take a trip to Akapoko from the 4
With my .44 on my side when I ride
Ready to do another homicide in a pine box
And I'm gone, ******* old glory
I'm H-Town to Cali just like Robert Horry
If I do a murder flee the murder scene
No missin' shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean
From Southwest to Southfese, ******* it's about war not 'about peace
******* like me, I'm 'about knockin' out teeth.
You know what I'm sayin'? I'll loose your grill
A ******* comin' down in the Coupe Deville
Lookin' gravy, lookin' real throwed
I'm a be the ******* pullin' over at the ******g cross road
With my K on my side, I'm ready to ride
And if I gotta go it'll be a homicide
Me & another ******* on the way to the Golden Gate
A ******* like me can't wait just to make it to another day
Gotta get the big pay off, so get the ******* out my way
When I come around your corner so slow
It'll be the ******* in the damn Polo
That's the Ralph Lauren, jackers ain't barrin'
Why I skipped the slab when I went straight to foreign
Said it like I said it in the old school
Some *******s they be red but Z-Ro blue
I come around your corner but I ain't set trippin'
But I will wet *******s & wet *******
With the calico, I had to let a mutha******* know
That I come around your corner in a Lincoln 4 do'
A fox photo 'cause I do it in a flash
******* watch out 'cause that could be your ass
I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong
I flicks my bar sip then I swoll on
Get on the mutha******' bench
And when the laws hit the corner I hit the fence
They wonder where I went, they keep lookin'
I don't give a ******* like Tyson I keep hookin'
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 goin' I keep on flowin' just like the Nile
Million dollar mouthpiece everytime I smile
Look & load a ******* ashtray
Everytime he smile he can turn the night to day
You can open up the pop & let the smoke come out
We don't give a damn 'about a crooked ass cop
Crooked officer, crooked officer
Make a ******* wanna blow the badge off of ya
Me & Dougie, my mutha******' brother
R.I.P. to my muh'******' mother
That's the Dorothy Marie McVey Matthew
There's 10 toes planted in my muh'******' shoe
I gotta be a man, I hope you understand
There's nothin' but the work & the calico in my hand
On a corner on the Ridgevan & I'm servin' a fiend
A real live B-Boy & you know what I mean
I be stackin' up chips like Lego
Dark on a pump just like Calvin Kato
Houston to the Rocket, a 4 peat like Comets
I don't give a *******, good punch a ******* ******* make him vomit
On the grind, I'm a take a trip on Greyhound
I be flyin' on a plane but the **** 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 mutha******' Benz-y
Got these hoes runnin' around in a friends-y
I be bustin' full clips 'til they empty
A piece of potent ******* might tempt me
Rain is tryin' to send me to the Penitentiary
The main reason why I ain't friendy
I'm wired up, but I ain't on no damn slaughter
Dejaun in the back & he got the camcorder
Recordin' everything the 4's gon' swang
Still pullin' up on Fondren & the Main
Lookin' lovely, got to look good
I throw up Ridgemont 4 'cause that's my hood
Never been a hoe, I'm lettin' hoes know
I gotta get a ******' P L A T, but first a G O L D
A mutha******' plack
I keep it straight & simple like that, hit a ******* from the back
And I use my mutha******' tool
Make her say atch, when I hit a with The Mule.