Z-ro - Mo City Don lyrics

[Talking] sh**, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all Been waiting on this here, yeah sh** R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator All the fallen soldiers man, Southside Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm saying All my partnas, all your dead partnas But sh**, I still feel stress, still gotta get something Off my chest, while these hoe n***as be doing what They be doing, I don't know though, sh** f** it We gon stay two deep in a fo' do' [Z-Ro] Slow Loud And 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 motherf**ing soldier Out the streets, of the Ridgemont 4 Not no b**h, and say I still ain't a hoe Letting n***as know, everyday of the year I pimp my pen, and I get my point clear Why n***as wanna talk down, I don't know Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, from the 4 With my 4-4 on my side, when I ride Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box And I'm gone, n***a old glory I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Ory If I do a murder, flee the murder scene No missing shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean From Southwest to Southfese, b**h it's about war not bout peace n***a like me, I'm bout knocking out teeth Know I'm saying, I'll loose your grill A n***a coming down, in the Coupe Deville Looking gravy, looking real throwed I'ma be the n***a, pulling over at the f**ing cross road With my K on my side, I'm ready to ride And if I gotta go, it'll be a homicide Me and another n***a, on the way to the Golden Gate A n***a like me, can't wait Just to make it, to another day Gotta get the big pay off, so get the f** out my way When I come around your corner, so slow It'll be the n***a, in the damn Polo It's the rap lawing, jackers ain't barring Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to foreign Said it like I said it, in the old school Some n***as they be red, but Z-Ro blue I come around your corner, but I ain't set tripping But I will, wet n***as and wet women With the calico, I had to let a motherf**er know That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln four do' A fox photo, cause I do it in a flash n***a watch out, cause that could be your a** I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong I flicks my bar, sip then I swoll on Get on, the motherf**ing bench And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence They wonder where I went, they keep looking I don't give a f**, like Tyson I keep hooking Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing just like the Nile Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime I smile Look and load a, n***a ashtray Everytime he smile, he can turn the night to day You can open up the pop, and let the smoke come out We don't give a damn, bout a crooked a** cop Crooked officer, crooked officer Make a n***a wanna blow the badge, off of ya Me and Dougie, my motherf**ing brother R.I.P., to my motherf**ing mother That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew There's ten toes planted, in my motherf**ing shoe I gotta be a man, hope you understand There's nothing but the work, and the calico in my hand On a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a fiend A real live B-Boy, and you know what I mean I be stacking up chips, like Lego Dark on a pump, just like Calvin Kato Loosen to the rocket, a four-peat like Comets I don't give a f**, good punch a b**h n***a make him vomit On the grind, I'ma take a trip on Greyhound I be flying on a plane, but the dope 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 motherf**ing Benz-e Got these hoes running round, in a friendse I be busting full clips, till they empty A piece of potent p**y, might tempt me Rain is trying to send me, to the Penitentiary The main reason why, I ain't friendly I'm wired up, but I ain't on no damn slaughter Dejaun in the back, and he got the camcorder Recording everything, the 4's gon swang Still pulling up, on Fondren and the Main Looking lovely, got to look good I throw up Ridgemont 4, cause that's my hood Never been a hoe, I'm letting hoes know I gotta get a f**ing P-L-A-T, but first a G-O L-D, a motherf**ing plack I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a b**h from the back And I use my, motherf**ing tool Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the mule