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Too many *****s be tryin' to take me off of my game |
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They see me ballin' so they wanna take me off of my change. |
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Ain't that a *****? These all broke ass *****s be creepin' my pocket |
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But I'm a soldier y'all can't catch me without my pistol |
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And ain't no PAC in the back, run up on me I'm droppin' you flat |
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My ***** fall behind the trigger, he don't how to act |
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Better tell your *****s to chill while we go round for round |
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'Cause if they trip in Ridgemont dumpin' y'all ain't gon' be around |
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Now kick it with your people & see you cheer & grow up |
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'Cause when you ***** with hard head *****s, your body get dumped |
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3 or 4 counties away, up in a open field |
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On my way back to Mo' City I'm steady smokin' kill |
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So when you see me out in public don't you come at me wrong |
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Disrespect me if you want hoe I'm a slug at your dome |
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Be damn if I miss, but I'm too cool, don't trick yourself ***** |
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Sippin' ball, take this body bag & zip yourself *****. |
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[Chorus: Z-Ro] |
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Just 'cause you see me out in public, tryin' to keep my cool, keep my cool |
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Don't mean that I ain't a damn fool. I'm a gorilla for real |
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Ain't nothin' studio about me, ***** you 'about to get killed. |
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Cheepin' on doja tryin' to chill, haters ***** up my moves, ***** up my moves |
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God damn that's another dead dude. I'm a gorilla for real |
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Ain't nothin' studio about me, ***** you 'about to get killed. |
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[Puff:] |
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I'm a gorilla for real, let's roll back to bein' glad |
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When I be ridin' around tryin' to jack 'cause I got pistols in my lap |
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And I'm ready to unload, givin' it everything I got |
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From Rugas to Calico's, even Snug-Nose Glocks |
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So when you see me ridin' ***** don't try to flag me down |
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'Cause when I'm in your face your smilin' when I turn my back you frown |
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So ***** you *****s, I'm already chillin' with enough of *****s |
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Problems with a couple of *****s, don't make me have to bust you *****s |
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Ridgemont 'til the day I die, visit or deal with it |
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I'm makin' a mill with it, Puff & Z-Ro tryin' to get it |
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'Cause everyday all day ***** havin' blocks steady be pumpin' |
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I got the rear, Ro got the drank & ***** & it be dumpin' |
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So ***** quit all of your bumpin' & come out all of your ice |
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Tryin' to jack a ***** like me, you be comin' off all of your Life |
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Just because you see me flippin' & sippin' smokin' on bud |
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I ain't off no, I got a sawed-off with a barrel full of slugs. |
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[Chorus: Z-Ro] |
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Just 'cause you see me out in public, tryin' to keep my cool, keep my cool |
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Don't mean that I ain't a damn fool. I'm a gorilla for real |
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Ain't nothin' studio about me, ***** you 'about to get killed. |
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Cheepin' on doja tryin' to chill, haters ***** up my moves, ***** up my moves |
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God damn that's another dead dude. I'm a gorilla for real |
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Ain't nothin' studio about me, ***** you 'about to get killed. |
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[Z-Ro:] |
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Everytime I pop a pill I be full of that bar |
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Hoochies be all up on a *****, ***** I ain't a star |
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I'm from the ghetto like you come from, probably lived in |
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My Life ain't straight & narrow man, I'm barely dodgin' prison. |
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Ain't you barely dodgin' it too? Ain't you 'about your paper too? |
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Don't glorify me, I do the same *******t y'all *****s do |
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I'm not tryin' to be mean my *****, my temper just bad |
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It's Z-Ro VS. The World in my mind, I'm goin' had |
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Losin' my grip sawed-off *****, come ride with me |
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You think I roll 'cause when you bust us, you can't ride with me |
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I might get pulled over by the badges, ain't no more room |
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Too many circles in my secret stashes |
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Ridin' 35 tears from 30 & still actin' like I ain't got |
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Runnin' with less fortunates & have-nots |
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It's on my face, no smiles, no frowns, no ups, just downs |
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I pull a piece but I shut it down, nothin' but rounds. |
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[Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2] |
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Just 'cause you see me out in public, tryin' to keep my cool, keep my cool |
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Don't mean that I ain't a damn fool. I'm a gorilla for real |
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Ain't nothin' studio about me, ***** you 'about to get killed. |
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Cheepin' on doja tryin' to chill, haters ***** up my moves, ***** up my moves |
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God damn that's another dead dude. I'm a gorilla for real |
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Ain't nothin' studio about me, ***** you 'about to get killed. |
