a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

z-ro - stop the rain lyrics

[z+ro]
uh, my whole life i been read wrong look hater you dead wrong i don’t want to trouble i’m just tryna get my bread on. park bench was my bed that’s what i laid my head on thin bed sheets vienna sausages and [?]. look i done came a long way it’s full speed ahead, i know they wanna see me broke or wanna see me dead talking bout what they gonna do to me do you see me scared? they ain’t gonna stop making the [?] that made yours homie. why you hate to see me walk on marble floors homie? i ain’t greedy i can show you how to marble yours homie. it’s enough food for everybody to chew stop acting like the game is fatter for everybody but you. you can go all the way to ten stop stop [?]. my bad b+tches ain’t staying they just dropping it through. they like it’s give z+ro some head now and i know that head tight as long as that bread right z+ro there every night. i go hard in the paint like shaquille everything i did i did it without a deal. $10,000 dinner i got the tip and the bill see my face on the wall at the [?] this sh+t for real. i’m banging dj screw when i’m coming down all this knocking the rear you know i shut em down. her booty look like a smart car she one of mine the top stay down it’s always summer time. look at the paint satin black everything i roll so many titles no written everything i own. he say i’m broke don’t know what type of dope he was on 20k a night in the club type of sh+t we was on. wonder what my momma would say if she was still living “act like you broke son i know you ain’t still giving who all these ladies is i know you ain’t still pimpin?” 21 years later yea momma i’m still winning

[hook: z+ro]
i still run this game y’all can’t stop a thing no, i wish my haters would, cause i’m still from the hood. i still run this game y’all can’t stop a thing no i’m so [?] what’s wrong why looking so stressed?

[shaquille o’neal]
yo, i’m so cold i make medicine sick, been rapping lot since 96 man i feel like j prince. man i feel like slim thug i’m a boss ya heard? i’m like scarface all i got is my boss and my word. i feel like bun b man i miss pimp c, fat pat miss ya too cuz rip. now yea, i’m with mo city don when i’m in houston keep it trill like my boy [?]. i’m like big when i get in the booth abn like trae i be spitting the truth. htown diesel dawg yo be loving the south think you get my beans and cornbread get that taste out your mouth. part 2 my k!lling spree gon commence you can’t stop the rain how many times i gotta tell you this? yea, you see my life it’s about drop top phantom sitting on things 59 south. going to the bank, and get that laker money. sugarland mansion 100 acre money. we don’t hate we congratulate go get the bag i ain’t hard to find you see me i ain’t gotta brag. i tell my little homies listen to your momma boy. instead of packing heat tryna cause the drama boy. come to my house and see some tigers and some lions boy. my bank account got them periods and commas boy. you see me rollin, i don’t care ya hating. i been the best baller spitting there is no debating. mo city don see what me and him creating we like kobe and shaq, pure domination. htown chop chop and screw it slow it down bump around cross the town i know how y’all do it. i started small time i bet you know my name retired 10 years now, i still run this game

- z ro lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS