Z-ro - Ride All Day lyrics

[Z-Ro:] Now you might catch me bobbing my head, but you will not catch me dancing You might catch me getting at a broad, but you will not catch me romancing One of the finest emcees out of Houston Texas, from the South end Where everyday one of my people, lays down in a coffin Yeah it's a lot of playa haters, lip boxing homie They don't wanna see me squeezing it, until the empty clips dropping homie So accurate with my aim, you best repent for your sins My gun co*king is a reminder, that your life is bad at ten Though, I don't wanna hurt nobody I will not hesitate, to put fo' in your body Don't get it twisted, I don't be rapping about smacking fellas to sell c.d.'s I'ma really lay my hands on somebody, forget a MP3 This is real life, secluded from society but this is still life Trying to go from thinking about it, to definitely I will life After I save myself, I'll be in a position where I can give life Thanking Jesus, cause we wouldn't be here if he didn't give his life [Hook: x2] Ride all day, ride all night Can't figure out to stay out of county, but to keep my head right Got my name in candy blue letters, between my headlights Z-Ro the Crooked the Mo City Don, he's all about bread right [Z-Ro:] I ride all day, just me and a fat sack In case I'm spotted by jackers, I got my black backpack With the black mack in it, give me fifty feet or have your hat dented I just need a whole lot of, leave me alone Bending corners in the Crentley, dripping paint on the streets I'm getting paid, everytime I put my pain on a beat Sitting on top of 22 inches, gla**ed up ain't nothing like the fast bucks That's how I keep, good kush weed in a bone These spreds longs, tend to act so-so Just like a brother can't get no love, when his do' low Me and my brothers, we do the best that we can While trying to give y'all the world, but all we got is two hands Tell me why when a hustler get locked up, or take a major loss The same woman that was down like fo' flats, will tell him to step off That's why I roll, solo Hell naw you can't get in with me, cause I don't need no help smoking this do-do [Hook x2] [Z-Ro:] These days, everytime I ride by From shining so hard, I can be spotted by the blind eye But I'm not capping, just informing y'all that I'm doing rather well from rapping Although my records never made it gold, or made it platinum But I got a lot of ice, a couple cars and a couple spots I don't go to jail no mo', cause my payroll includes a couple cops So am I riding dirty, I think y'all already know Hydrolic stash spot, is a guarantee the laws gon let me go I'ma keep on rolling around, and rolling up this good Z-Ro in love with Mo City, and needs no help holding up his hood Matter fact I'm one deep, till I see my grave But I'm trying to stick around long enough, to see my daughter grown up and paid Besides, I don't need nobody calling Sandra Or Dorothy Mathews, about me and this bad news That's why, I'ma hide behind the limosine tint Bending corners with plenty kush, and coedine getting bent [Hook x2]