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off by sprayin' beer in your face
So the '94 to them, I'm for my niggas that remember
Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December
I owe nobody nothing, ain't nobody gon get no do'
Z-Ro King of the Ghetto, and the Mo City Don
Everybody around me is strapped, that's why you never
That's fucked-that's fucked up
Growing up in a childhood
All alone with nobody no mama no daddy
Z-Ro I see why these niggas
Can't relate to us
Cause we
zdobyć tu cash na kurestwo wazka
Ziom życie to walka
Odwieczna gra pozorów
Musisz być świadomy tego
Co innego jak masz powód
Żeby żyć z daleka
Nie czytaj
to chuja się znasz chuja się znasz
Pochodzę z czasów gdy nie było sceny
Ale za to był rap ale był rap
Polscy słuchacze tu co drugi kretyn
A co do twórców
but it's so far to go
And since, ain't none of y'all motherfuckers helped Z-Ro
I never had love for a bitch, I'm about my money
Even if they murder
Motion
Motion
Motion, motion, motion,
Motion, motion, motion
Yo honestly, BTS Ro is Alright
Like he ain't nothing too special
He only got two good
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
Yeah, Alkaholiks!
J-Ro, Tash, E-Swift
That's right
We're not done
Uh-uh, c'mon
Ain't it drunk
King, Tee, he drink wit us
Defari, he drink
sa opúšťam na gauči keď púšťam beat
A suseda Magda?
Tak tá ma začína mať celkom rada
Hlavne vtedy keď vychádzam z brány a do auta sadám
Lebo dobre
the Z-Ro, plus they know me by my first name
Picture me rolling in my Dodge in traffic
I got no love for these niggaz, so keep your groupie ass stepping
I can
the box keep making it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
[Pimp C]
To my nigga Pharoahe (stay up homie)
To my nigga Z-Ro
Pharoahe, stay up homie
To my n**** Z Ro, stay up homie
If you're locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time don't let your time do
I'm gon' feature Em and get rich
And let Dre mix the shit
And drive off in the
Range Ro' 'Cause everywhere
I go they love the "bling-bling" flow!
Bang
Z-Ro I see why these niggas can't relate to us
'Cause we them thugs of another kind
Making these niggas feel us two rhymes
'Cause if they lived
Z-Ro I see why these niggas can't relate to us
'Cause we them thugs of another kind
Making these niggas feel us two rhymes
'Cause if they lived
like us you our target market
Off La Brea by the Tar Pits I was flowin' in the park
Standin' out in any crowd like I was glowin' in the dark
Like Noah
a better life
I see the suffering in your eyes
I don't know about you but I gotta survive
Z-Ro you need to get your shit together bro
I know it's
Y7ebou sa9et may7eboush rajel
Y7ebou le9*ab wel 9a*ba 3lik tetbajel
3isha ki z*bi m3akom manansajem
5alini we7el ni**a bel la3ba wensajel ey
Fi bled
off by sprayin' beer in your face
So the '94 to them, I'm for my niggas that remember
Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December
A broke motherfucker, named Z-Ro
That was a long time ago
Because now I got some c notes
I'ma waste my time in a Jag boy
Looking for jackers in my rearview
Punishing these beats by Tweez I'm a problem
We had a conversation about making a plan
We said You do what you can
We do what we want Viva La Bam
Vintage shit
At Kent State
Free my nigga Facmac
And my nigga Rob G
Me & Doggyworld 17
Sippin Don P
By Nine-Teen
We was sippin on Cristol
Same time Jay Z
Was sippin
Roro roroo
Ifeoma jubadi na nanaa nanaa
Na nanaa
Cuppy jubadi ro roroo roroo
Ro roroo
Don't feel I'm haze
Your love is driving me crazy
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