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 |