Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song King Of The Ghetto, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 14.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
King Of The Ghetto |
| Once upon a time, not long ago |
| There was a hustling motherfucker, with a cold ass flow |
| Everytime he hit the studio, his beeper go off |
| He left the beef to get his cheese, by selling people that raw |
| With a pistol on his right side, and one in his back |
| I-10 again and again, from running that crack |
| Girlfriend kept complaining, cause he never at home |
| So he told her deal with it bitch, or get the fuck on |
| It was money over bitches, on his mind |
| Plus all of his partnas, thought that he would never shine |
| The number be 15 and 5, up in the kitchen |
| He could do it straight up, or he could do it with a whipping |
| But then came a drought, and then he put his first album out |
| Decided to do it full time, cause record stores kept selling out |
| Still in the game, cocaine on top of the brain |
| From the studio to the streets, Z-Ro is everything |
| King of the ghetto, I’m sitting on my throne |
| Got a red light, sitting on my chrome |
| Ridgemont Texas, representing |
| With a taper fade, sitting on my dome |
| I mash niggas, and I thrash niggas |
| When it come down, to the cash nigga |
| Beat that ass, in a flash nigga |
| Pistol play, and I’ma blast nigga |
| Gangstafied, from toe to head |
| All day long, I chase my bread |
| But on the low, I don’t fuck with FED’s |
| Cause a snitch nigga, get dressed in red |
| Shut up bitch, she look so lie |
| But they don’t know, she’ll take your life |
| Not giving a fuck, or get fucked up |
| And end up dead, with your dick in the sky |
| Go my way, we gon have fun |
| Instead of happiness, we have done |
| About our business, corrupting our kidneys |
| All that codeine, weed and drugs |
| I’m leaning over, but still a soldier |
| Pimp my pen, like I’m suppose to |
| Nothing but the finest, light green doja |
| Got it from C-Note, from the Clover |
| Animal thug, I thug for life |
| So I ain’t going, to the club tonight |
| Block is bleeding, I’m here for the eating |
| And supervising, my funds tonight |
| I scuffle and hustle, on my grind |
| No matter the weather, no matter the time |
| Roll out the red carpet for Z-Ro, this world is mine |
| Who that bumping, who that beefing |
| Hope you brought something, to put your chief in |
| Interrupting me, while I’m reefer chiefing |
| I’m a gangsta, not Erkle Steven |
| Cause I don’t laugh, and I don’t play |
| And no, is something that I don’t say |
| I don’t give a motherfuck, about your day |
| Ho, get the fuck out of my way |
| I’m lean as fuck, and don’t like nobody |
| My style of rap, is unlike nobody |
| I let off fo' shots, and hit fo' bodies |
| OG with it, like Amas Rodney |
| Still in the game, as a MVP |
| Dealing with haters, that envy me |
| Fuck fabricated, and commercializing |
| I’ma bring my block, to MTV |
| Show love, and do all I can |
| For all my people, and all my fans |
| But motherfuckers, be hating me |
| For the life of me, I can’t understand |
| Cause I’m cool as hell, till a hater get bold |
| Step out of line, fuck around get stoled |
| I must be, their motherfucking issue |
| Cause all these niggas, getting drove |
| Up a lot, like a Volkswagon |
| I get a commission, for toe tagging |
| A slim killa, with a wide body |
| Polo top, and Polo sagging |
| I live my life, like I don’t care |
| But every night, I be deep in prayer |
| Then I get off, my knees |
| And hustle, straight like that there |