x2: Z-Ro] Here we go Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto Nigga we ain't got no love for you hoes All we tryna do is keep collecting dough Go get it, and
Fordítás: Z-Ro. Here We Go.
they can go to the club and get blitz Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJ's playing them hits Oh this my jam, this my shit We don't know
but all I see is crumbs Snitch Nigga, ain't you tired of running your mouth Can't even go home, cause a jacker might run in your house [Verse: Z-Ro]
can go to the club and get blitz pick up some chicks and get some digits and the DJ's playing them hits oh this my jam, this my sh-t we dont know a word
x] [Z-Ro] I feel like I invented pain, might go any minute mayn, starting a bit of robbery Homicide and lean on they destiny, in an attempt to get the pain Constant strain, here we go
-Mo down wit Z-ro. And that Millzey, its goin down. Nigga we representin H-Town. We'll lay ya down in this bitch. Dont talk shit, we'll spray ya down
niiiite) [Trae] We don't have to feel it like that Cause I hate to see the pain comin back (if only for one niiiite) [Z-Ro] Nobody get killed on the
fuck everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my soul Finally, I found me [Hook x2] Man fuck, finally I found me Man fuck you hoes, I found me [Z-Ro] I
Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all Been waiting on this here, yeah shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator All the fallen soldiers man,
if only for one Nah, niiight, niiight, niiight, niiiiiight Ahh one night, if only for one... niiiiiiiiight" [Chorus One: Z-Ro] + [Trae] [Z-Ro] I
(*talking*) Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all Been waiting on this here, yeah shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator All the fallen soldiers
[Chorus: Z-Ro] Nigga it don't stop, so keep on flippin your Glock Whether it's drama or not Cause somebody might run up in ya spot, whether you servin
them off a lot, yeah And I'm as trill as you can be They scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free, here I go Wake up, roll call, another day gone
-i'm true [paul wall] Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down In south park on mlk, on sunday we clown From the streets of antoine,
it rain J-Ro do your thing Verse 3: [J-Ro] Fuck that East-West mess I'm gettin' rest last We make the crowd say "yes, yes" Faster than the SS Impala
