Music: Barrier, Griffin, McVey
Lyrics: Z-Ro
(*talking*)
Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all been waitin' on this here, yep, shit
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 shit I still feel stress, I still gotta get something off my ches
While these hoe bitches be doin' what they be doin
I don't know though, shit **** i
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****ing soldier
Out the streets of the Ridgemont 4
Not no bitch & say I still ain't a hoe
Lettin' mother****ers know everyday of the year
I pimp my pen & I get my point clear.
Why niggas 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, ****ing 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
Niggas like me, I'm 'about knockin' out teeth.
You know what I'm sayin'? I'll loose your grill
A nigga comin' down in the Coupe Deville
Lookin' gravy, lookin' real throwed
I'm a be the nigga pullin' over at the ****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 & another nigga on the way to the Golden Gate
A nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas they be red but Z-Ro blue
I come around your corner but I ain't set trippin'
But I will wet niggas & wet bitches
With the calico, I had to let a mother****er know
That I come around your corner in a Lincoln 4 do'
A fox photo 'cause I do it in a flash
Niggas 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 mother****ing 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 ****ing 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 nigga wanna blow the badge off of ya
Me & Dougie, my mother****ing brother
R.I.P. to my mother****ing mother
That's the Dorothy Marie McVey Matthew
There's 10 toes planted in my mother****ing 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 dumb bitch make him vomit
On the grind, I'm a take a trip on Greyhound
I be flyin' on a plane but the shit 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 mother****ing Benz-y
Got these hoes runnin' around in a friends-y
I be bustin' full clips 'til they empty
A piece of potent shit 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 ****ing P L A T, but first a G O L D
A mother****ing plack
I keep it straight & simple like that, hit a nigga from the back
And I use my mother****ing tool
Make her say atch, when I hit a with The Mule.