Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mo City Don (Freestyle), artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 14.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mo City Don (Freestyle) |
| 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 I’m saying |
| All my partnas, all your dead partnas |
| But shit, I still feel stress, still gotta get something |
| Off my chest, while 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 motherfucking soldier |
| Out the streets, of the Ridgemont 4 |
| Not no bitch, and say I still ain’t a hoe |
| Letting 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 4 |
| With my 4−4 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 Ory |
| If I do a murder, flee the murder scene |
| No missing shortage on the drank, I can’t find no lean |
| From Southwest to Southfese, bitch it’s about war not bout peace |
| Nigga like me, I’m bout knocking out teeth |
| Know I’m saying, I’ll loose your grill |
| A nigga coming down, in the Coupe Deville |
| Looking gravy, looking real throwed |
| I’ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking 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 |
| It’s the rap lawing, jackers ain’t barring |
| 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 tripping |
| But I will, wet niggas and wet women |
| With the calico, I had to let a motherfucker know |
| That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln four 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 flicks my bar, sip then I swoll on Get on, the motherfucking 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 hooking |
| 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 going, I keep on flowing 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 motherfucking brother |
| R.I.P., to my motherfucking mother |
| That’s the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew |
| There’s ten toes planted, in my motherfucking shoe |
| I gotta be a man, hope you understand |
| There’s nothing 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 pump, just like Calvin Kato |
| Loosen to the rocket, a four-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 a hoe I-10, I sin |
| Then I, do it again |
| I get my ends, I’m in my motherfucking Benz-e |
| Got these hoes running round, in a friendse |
| I be busting full clips, till 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 4's gon swang |
| Still pulling up, on Fondren and the Main |
| Looking lovely, got to look good |
| I throw up Ridgemont 4, cause that’s my hood |
| Never been a hoe, I’m letting hoes know |
| I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O |
| L-D, a motherfucking plack |
| I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a bitch from the back |
| And I use my, motherfucking tool |
| Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the mule |