Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Here We Go , by - Z-Ro. Release date: 13.07.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Here We Go |
| It’s boss hogg Corleone, and I’m fuckin' wit the king |
| We bout to drop a fo' in a twenty ounce blue cream |
| I place the order out in cali. |
| for the p. |
| t |
| We get money while you niggas still asleep, and a |
| It’s three in the morning, in the kitchen cooking oz. |
| s |
| Block to bleed, niggas to feed, if I drop' em on 12 comin back 21 |
| It’s 80 sippers out the book, I move' em one by one |
| See my hands is fast, my cook game raw |
| I don’t need no pyrex, gimme a coffe mug jar |
| And I whip it to the left, whip it to the right |
| Move it all around till they cook it air tight |
| Let it dry, pop it out the jar, straight to the scale |
| Wrap it up in plastic, straight to the mail |
| It’s boss hogg Corleone, nigga Mike D |
| Bleeds the block cuz I am the streets |
| (Chorus: Z-Ro)2x |
| Here we go |
| Corleone and the King of the Ghetto |
| Nigga we ain’t got no love for you hoes |
| All we tryna do is keep collecting dough |
| Go get it, and come back get that white as snow |
| Candied doors, yeah they open up and close |
| Run up on us bitch you won’t run up no more |
| Cuz we will slide yo bitch ass across the flo, flo, flo |
| I know y’all rappers can’t stand |
| The fact that I’m back fresh outta jail |
| Also focused on nothin but makin my mail |
| Ain’t got no time to waste, cuz the rap game is damn near dead |
| Corleone and the King of the Ghetto, came to raise rap from it’s death bed |
| Every song they play on the radio is bullshit homie |
| Them niggas got they blow up, but we got that good shit homie |
| Matter fact you might even overdose |
| Cuz I’ve been known to cause blood clots |
| I should been known to be a killa, but a bitch killa I never was not |
| I’ve always kept it real, even when everbody around me was fake |
| They don’t make like me no more, my kind don’t break under pressure |
| It’s death before dishonor nigga |
| So that means before a rat, like mickey mouse |
| I’ll be another job for the grave digger |
| I ain’t going back behind the fences with the razors |
| If I’m locked up in the penitentiary, I can’t make no paper |
| So the last time I went, was the last time I’m ever gone be in |
| Instead of a 5 by 6 cell then a big brick home, thats what I live in… |
| (Chorus: Z-Ro)2x |
| Here we go |
| Corleone and the King of the Ghetto |
| Nigga we ain’t got no love for you hoes |
| All we tryna do is keep collecting dough |
| Go get it, and come back get that white as snow |
| Candied doors, yeah they open up and close |
| Run up on us bitch you won’t run up no more |
| Cuz we will slide yo bitch ass across the flo, flo, flo |
| Now every time I ride, I got a pistol on my side |
| Screwed Up Click until it’s over on the Southside |
| I keep my mind on my money, and money on my mind |
| I ain’t got no time no play, I’m on a 24 hour grind |
| Haters wanna see me fallin off of my game |
| They hatin' cuz when they see me I’m havin thangs |
| Dig these blues, if you jack me, I’m jacking you back |
| 24/7 on my clothes, I keep my hand on my strap… |
| See I’m somethin like a playa, somethin like a pimp |
| Gangsta strut on when when I limp like this |
| Is re-turn of rapper slash the hood fella |
| Lookin for a rap to get my groove back like Stella |
| Still got a sack of that A-1 good yella |
| With a baby Glock, ready to rock up out fellas |
| Hit me on the cella, ain’t a damn thang change |
| Yeah,(you know me) nigga I’m still the drank man… |
| (Chorus: Z-Ro)2x |
| Here we go |
| Corleone and the King of the Ghetto |
| Nigga we ain’t got no love for you hoes |
| All we tryna do is keep collecting dough |
| Go get it, and come back get that white as snow |
| Candied doors, yeah they open up and close |
| Run up on us bitch you won’t run up no more |
| Cuz we will slide yo bitch ass across the flo, flo, flo |