(*talking*)
s***, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all
Been waiting on this here, yeah s***
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 s***, I still feel stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, while these hoe n***** be doing what
They be doing, I don't know though, s*** 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 m************ soldier
Out the streets, of the Ridgemont 4
Not no b****, and say I still ain't a hoe
Letting n***** know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my point clear
Why n***** 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**** 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**** it's about war not bout peace
n**** like me, I'm bout knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll loose your grill
A n**** coming down, in the Coupe Deville
Looking gravy, looking real throwed
I'ma be the n****, pulling over at the f****** 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****, on the way to the Golden Gate
A n**** 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****, in the d*** 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***** they be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come around your corner, but I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet n***** and wet women
With the calico, I had to let a m*********** know
That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln four do'
A fox photo, cause I do it in a flash
n**** 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 m************ 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**** 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 d***, bout a crooked a** cop
Crooked officer, crooked officer
Make a n**** wanna blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my m************ brother
R.I.P., to my m************ mother
That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted, in my m************ 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**** n**** 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 m************ Benz-e
Got these hoes running round, in a friendse
I be busting full clips, till they empty
A piece of potent p****, 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 d*** 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****** P-L-A-T, but first a G-O
L-D, a m************ plack
I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a b**** from the back
And I use my, m************ tool
Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the mule
s***, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all
Been waiting on this here, yeah s***
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 s***, I still feel stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, while these hoe n***** be doing what
They be doing, I don't know though, s*** 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 m************ soldier
Out the streets, of the Ridgemont 4
Not no b****, and say I still ain't a hoe
Letting n***** know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my point clear
Why n***** 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**** 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**** it's about war not bout peace
n**** like me, I'm bout knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll loose your grill
A n**** coming down, in the Coupe Deville
Looking gravy, looking real throwed
I'ma be the n****, pulling over at the f****** 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****, on the way to the Golden Gate
A n**** 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****, in the d*** 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***** they be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come around your corner, but I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet n***** and wet women
With the calico, I had to let a m*********** know
That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln four do'
A fox photo, cause I do it in a flash
n**** 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 m************ 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**** 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 d***, bout a crooked a** cop
Crooked officer, crooked officer
Make a n**** wanna blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my m************ brother
R.I.P., to my m************ mother
That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted, in my m************ 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**** n**** 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 m************ Benz-e
Got these hoes running round, in a friendse
I be busting full clips, till they empty
A piece of potent p****, 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 d*** 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****** P-L-A-T, but first a G-O
L-D, a m************ plack
I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a b**** from the back
And I use my, m************ tool
Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the mule