Mo City Don

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 Southside, Eastside, Westside, Northside Know what I'm saying All my partnas, all your dead partnas But shit, I still feel stressed Still gotta get something off my chest Why these hoe niggas be doing what they be doing? I don't know though Shit, fuck it We gon stay two deep in a fo' do' '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 motherfuckin' soldier Out the streets of the Ridgemont fo' Not no bitch and say, I still ain't a hoe Lettin' niggas know, everyday of the year I pimp my pen and I get my point clear Why niggas wanna talk down? I don't know Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, from the fo' With my fo'-fo' on my side, when I ride Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box And I'm gone, nigga old glory I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Horry And if I do a murder, flee the murder scene No missing shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean From Southwest to Southeast, bitch It's about war not bout peace Nigga like me, I'm 'bout knockin' out teeth Know what I'm sayin', I'll loose your grill A nigga coming down in the Coupe Deville Looking gravy, looking real throwed I'ma be the nigga, pullin' over at the fuckin' 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 nigga on the way to the Golden Gate A nigga like me, can't wait Just to make it, to another day Gotta get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way When I come around your corner so slow It'll be the nigga in the damn Polo That's the Ralph Lauren, jackers ain't barring That's why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to foreign Said it like I said it, in the old school Some niggas they be red, but Z-Ro blue I come around your corner, but I ain't set trippin' But I will, wet niggas and wet women With the calico, I had to let a motherfucka' know That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln fo' do' A fox photo, 'cause I do it in a flash Nigga, watch out, 'cause that could be your ass I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong I flex my bicep, then I swole on 'em Get on the motherfuckin' 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 fuck, like Tyson I keep hookin' 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 goin', I keep on flowin' just like the Nile Million dolla' mouthpiece, everytime I smile Look and load a, nigga 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 damn, 'bout a crooked ass cop Crooked officer, crooked officer Make a nigga wanna blow the badge off of ya Me and Dougie, my motherfuckin' brother R.I.P. to my motherfuckin' mother That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew There's ten toes planted in my motherfuckin' shoes I gotta be a man, hope you understand There's nothin', 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 punk, just like Calvin Kato Houston to the Rocket, a fo'-peat like comets I don't give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga, 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 the whole I10, I sin, then I do it again I get my ends, I'm in my motherfuckin' Benzy Got these hoes runnin' 'round in a frenzy I be busting full clips 'til they empty A piece of potent pussy 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 damn slaughter Dejaun in the back and he got the camcorder Recording everything, the fo's gon swang Still pullin' up on Fondren and the Main Looking lovely, got to look good I throw up Ridgemont fo' 'cause that's my hood Never been a hoe, I'm lettin' hoes know I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T but first a G-O-L-D A motherfuckin' plaque, I keep it straight and simple like that Hit a bitch from the back and I use my motherfuckin' tool Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the mule