this rugged penitentiary You know me, Bridgemont 4 I represent whatever real I couldn't be a hoe What's my name (Z-Ro), what's my name (Z-Ro), Z-Ro [Z-Ro
Превод: Z-Ro. Какво е името ми.
hole in yo head but I can tell you didn't excel what them hoes done said starrin at my neck and my wrist 'cause my shit is frozen red and I look like
Everybody's leavin, now you know it's time for you and Z-Ro to do [Chorus] [Z-Ro] Now tell the truth; I'm like a mechanic when I work my tool So
bein helpless it's a part of payin dues On an everyday mission tryin to collect 5's and 10's So many worries I promise my bones show right through my
some stones Z-Ro the Crooked, but you faggots already know my name mayne Know you'd love to catch me slippin in the turnin lane mayne Fuck a rap tuck my
my mind (mind-mind) I'm here to collect my pennies, my nickels and my dimes (my dimes-my dimes) And ain't nobody gonna block out my shine (shine-shine) [Z-Ro
my tutor (hey!) She lovin my cologne, huh, recognize the odor Must've smelled money, Ben Franklin's what I told her (hey!) Pistol I'm a tote a, big swangers
's, cause I'm straight out of no cash A broke motherfucker, named Z-Ro That was a long time ago, because now I got some c-notes I'ma waste my time in
has just slipped out 84's, Red Doors, Candy Apple Flip-Flop Got them boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what
for me Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder, just to see what he's seen But then I'd take 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's dream I'd dream that I could
f*** Z-Ro, I don't be listenin' to their s*** May the same ones that at our shows recite our lyrics think that their s*** I'm just waitin' to hear somebody slander my name
of my ends I'm moving slow, turning everybody head So you know I'm thoed, I'm fin to pop my do's On glass 4's fin to pop my trunk, with a lot of glow
bitches From a birds eye view My name is J-Ro from the Likwit Crew So what nigga is it you wanna do? My flow is metaphorical historically correct What
clones Southern playas let's get in my H-town lac Got me crawling slow like my fo's on flat Ridin' through the city with my trunk on crack While I'm
on choppin Spree's (haha) [Verse 16 - Chamillionaire - imitating Paul Wall] What it do, what it do Still with the camp, shinin like a lamp (lamp) "People's