Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mirror, Mirror On The Wall, artist - Z-Ro. Album song Z-ro, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.04.2004
Record label: KMJ - SoSouth
Song language: English
Mirror, Mirror On The Wall |
| Let my coedine settle, and have a toast one time |
| Multiplications on my digits, come up over some time |
| 3−57 in my spine, they can’t hold me like Kobe Bryant |
| Powered up, popping tulips and clovers and stop signs |
| Taylor made, Gucci looking like a million bucks |
| Neck full of gold baggets, and trillion cuts |
| I reside on cuts, cause having money is a must |
| Give me the issue or get touched, the scuffling up |
| Fuck with the raw like a cut, cause I hit too hard |
| Radio stations don’t play, cause I spit too hard |
| I know they hate me everyday, and I ain’t quit so far |
| But if you cross the line, AK is gone hit your car |
| Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the throwdest of them all |
| Cause you know my name, it’s Z-Ro the Crooked |
| Z-Ro the Mo City Don, it ain’t over it just begun |
| Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the throwdest of them all |
| Cause you know my name, it’s Z-Ro represent the third coast |
| Let my codeine settle, and have a toast |
| I’m a guerilla that’s after the scrilla, I cock glocks |
| I’m the top knotch, body armored like Shaq done blocked shots |
| Dropping cops cause they crooked, I’m the law now |
| Posted on the corner, selling raw now |
| Looking for them people, keep an open eye |
| And if I see the jackers, never hesitate I gotta open fire |
| Active like a live wire, retalliation is a must |
| Rock and buy these bezzels, and then I bust |
| Geniva watch, telling me it’s time to ball |
| Get in the line till I make it to the front, and then it’s time to fall |
| But if I ever fall off, just fall back behind the scene |
| Take seven, catch me up in sitcoms and big screens |
| When I roll, I roll one deep |
| I never stop wrecking, these H-Town streets |
| And ain’t nobody holding me down I’m a roll, I’m rolling |
| If you didn’t know Southside still holding, folding |
| Big lemon faces, got real money cause I catch cases |
| Sipping on skeet tastes, and I’ma lean in private or public places |
| Milicated refreshness, keep my mind at ease |
| Trying to reach another level, keep me climbing trees |
| Coming smoke out my nose, bald faded minus before |
| Keep it gangsta, got groupie hoes striking a pose |
| But see they ain’t getting chose, or catch me tipping my dob |
| I need a independent thug chick, launder money and drug shit |
| I’m the boss hog, ain’t nobody hogging me over harder |
| Soft then I’m off, in the funk in my roller |