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z-ro - mo city don (regular) lyrics

(-talking-)
sh-t, z-ro the crooked, i know y’all
been waiting on this here, yeah sh-t
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 sh-t, i still feel stress, still gotta get something
off my chest, while these hoe n-ggas be doing what
they be doing, i don’t know though, sh-t f-ck 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 motherf-cking soldier
out the streets, of the ridgemont 4
not no b-tch, and say i still ain’t a hoe
letting n-ggas know, everyday of the year
i pimp my pen, and i get my point clear
why n-ggas 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-gga 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-tch it’s about war not bout peace
n-gga like me, i’m bout knocking out t–th
know i’m saying, i’ll loose your grill
a n-gga coming down, in the coupe deville
looking gravy, looking real throwed
i’ma be the n-gga, pulling over at the f-cking 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-gga, on the way to the golden gate
a n-gga like me, can’t wait
just to make it, to another day
gotta get the big pay off, so get the f-ck out my way
when i come around your corner, so slow
it’ll be the n-gga, in the d-mn 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-ggas they be red, but z-ro blue
i come around your corner, but i ain’t set tripping
but i will, wet n-ggas and wet women
with the calico, i had to let a motherf-cker know
that i come around your corner, in a lincoln four do’
a fox photo, cause i do it in a flash
n-gga watch out, cause that could be your -ss
i rhyme so long, rhyme so strong
i fl!cks my bar, sip then i swoll on
get on, the motherf-cking 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-ck, 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-gga 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-mn, bout a crooked -ss cop
crooked officer, crooked officer
make a n-gga wanna blow the badge, off of ya
me and dougie, my motherf-cking brother
r.i.p., to my motherf-cking mother
that’s the dorothy marie mcvay matthew
there’s ten toes planted, in my motherf-cking 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-ck, good punch a b-tch n-gga 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 motherf-cking benz-e
got these hoes running round, in a friendse
i be busting full clips, till they empty
a piece of potent p-ssy, 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-mn slaughter
dejaun in the back, and he got the camcorder
recording everything, the 4’s gon sw-ng
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-cking p-l-a-t, but first a g-o
l-d, a motherf-cking plack
i keep it straight and simple like that, hit a b-tch from the back
and i use my, motherf-cking tool
make her say ouch, when i hit her with the mule

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