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- Artist: Z-Ro
- Song Title: Mo City Don (freestlye)
- Album: Let The Truth Be Told
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(Z-ro Talkin)S**t
Z-ro the crooked
I know yall been waitin on this here
Yeah
S**t
R.I.P. to Big Melo, Screw, Mafio, Big Ru, Gator
for all the fallen soldiers, man,* the Soutside, Eastside, Westside, Northside
Know-what-I'm-Sayin* all my patnas and yo dead patnas
But* s**t I still feel stressed
Still gotta get somethin off my chest
While* these ho n****s be doin wha they be doin
I don kno tho
S**t, f**k it* we gon stay 2 deep in a 4 do'
(Freestlye)
Slow loud* and bangin all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk I ain neva been a punk
I blow on skunk
I blow on doja*
Military minded Ima mothaf**kin* soldier
Out the streets of the Ridgemont 4
Not no b**** and see I still ain a ho
Lettin n****s kno every day of the year
I pimp my pen and I get* my point clear
Why n****s wanna talk down?* I don kno
Gotta take a trip to Acapulco*
From tha 4 with my 4-4
On my side* when I ride
Ready to do another homocide then I'm flyin' by*
Then Im gone
N**** Ol' GlorY
I H-town to Cali just like Robert Horry
If I do a murder
Flee the murder scene
When its a shortage on the drank I cant find no lean
From Southwest to Southeast
B****
Its about war not bout peace
N**** like* me Im bout knockin out teeth
Know-what-I'm-sayin?* I loose ya grill
A n**** comin down in a coup deville
Lookin gravy, lookin real thowed
Ima be the n**** pullin over at the f**kin crossroad
With my K on my side
Im ready to ride
And if I gotta go it'll be a homocide
Me and another n**** on the way to the golden gate
A n**** like me cant wait
Just to make it
To another day
Gotta get the big payoff so get the f**k out my way
When I come around yo corner so slow
It'll be the n**** 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 I like I said* it in a old school
Some n****s they be red but Z-ro blue
I'll come around your corner and I ain't set trippin
But I will wet n****s and wet women
With the Calico
I had to let a mothaf**ker know
That I come around corner in a Licoln 4 door
A fox photo cuz do it ina flash
N**** watch out cuz that could be yo a**
I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong
I flex my bicep then I swole on
Get on the mothef**kin bench
And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence
They wonder where I went
They keep lookin
I don give a f**k like Tyson, I keep hookin*
Or maybe like Lennox, 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 flowin just like the Nile
Million dollar mouthpiece everytime I smile
Lookin thowder N**** ask Trae
Everytime he smile he can turn the night to day
You can open up the pot* and let the smoke come out
We don't give a damn bout a crooked a** cop
Crooked officer Crooked officer
Make a n**** wanna blow the badge off of ya
Me and Dougie my mothaf**kin brother
R.I.P. to my mof**kin mother
That's the Dorothy Marie Mcvey-Mathew
There 10 toes planted in my mof**kin shoe
I gotta be man
I hope you understand
There nothin but the work and the calico in my hand
On the corner on the Ridgevan and I'm servin the fiends
A real live D boy and you know what I mean
I be stackin up chips like Lego
Dunk on a punk just like Kelvin Cato
Houston to the Rocket
Or four-peat like Comets
I don't give a f**k a gut punch a b**** n**** make him* vomit
On the ground
Imma take a trip on Greyhound
I be flyin on the plane but the dope is* on the ground
Headed to Lake Charles or Headed to Lafeyette
Maybe off in Alexandria, but I ain finish yet
I gotta make a ho I-10
I sin then I do it again
I get my endz*
I'm in my* mothaf**kin benzie
Got these hoes runnin round in a frenzy
I be bustin full clip till they empty(
A piece o potent* p***y might tempt me
Rain is* tryna send me to the penetentery
The main reason why I ain friendly
I'm wired up but I ain on no damn slaughter
Dejuan* in the back and he got the camcorder
Recordin everythang
The 4s on swang
Still pullin up on Fondren and the Main
Lookin lovely got to look good
I throwed up Ridgemont 4 cuz that's my hood
I never been a ho, I'm lettin hoes know
I gotta get a f**kin* P-L-A-T
But first a G-O-L-D
A mothaf**kin plaque*
I keep it straight* and simple like that
Hit a b**** from the back
And* I use my mothaf**kin tool
Make her say ahch when I hit her with the mule
* [corrected by Rappmon] |
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