Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Passenger Side, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 04.06.2001
Song language: English
Passenger Side |
| Motherfucking passenger side man |
| When I’ma drive |
| Living in the passenger side |
| I want to be the driver but I continue to ride |
| Will the game recognize me as the best |
| I go from home to the dome |
| If I’m the king why they don’t give me my throne |
| Living in the passenger side, a way of life |
| We’re in cheves today, because the murderers pay tonight |
| They tell me I’m a profit when I’m pimping my pen |
| But my immediate surrounders got me living in sin |
| I put my faith in a fifty dollar bottle of drink |
| Using my focus choking smash on the throttle and thank |
| The lord, for giving me another way to get paid |
| King of the motherfucking ghetto where these guns get sprayed |
| Whether I’m fucking with a bitch, I’m breaking benz see lunch |
| But it’s either that or you can’t point us casualties when we dump |
| Street pain is a motherfucker guard me without a dot |
| It’s like a murder scene without a victims hotter, ?selmzyne? |
| Like my face can’t place at the scene of the crime |
| Multiple shots never saw me but saw the beam of my nine |
| So rather living as a thug until they give me my credit |
| Cause I’m the throwdest baby don’t you forget it, meanwhile |
| Living in the passenger side, I want to to push a 6 double O |
| But poverty refuse to let me drive |
| I wonder why drug dealers and killers live plush |
| Hoping niggas have a tendency to give up |
| Do I have to sell my soul, forever living in sin |
| But is that the price I got to pay to take a spin in the benz |
| I’d rather stay a poor nigga cause the fire gone burn |
| No hesitation through my dirt and then my tires gone turn |
| See I’m living on the passenger side, visualize |
| I’m coming bombing a condo with black lacquer inside |
| Took a long time coming, but I’m finally made |
| I wait for me and my niggas and now we finally paid |
| Yeah life is gravy, but I want right to the throne |
| Cause rather reggae, R&B or rap I write to the song |
| Oh jiggy bitches ain’t nothing to me, I slap them down |
| Real niggas move around cause it ain’t nothing to see |
| Living in the passenger side, I’ve been incarcerated |
| Plenty of times, never once did they let me slide |
| I guess it’s because of the dark skin I have |
| Ain’t no telling when I release the black Mac 10 I have |
| Is it a hundred mile motherfucking animal |
| Gasoline around your residence cause it’s flammable |
| Genocide, I get banned on that, I stand on that |
| You’ll catch me by surprise baby cause I planned on that |
| And even worse than that, to make me feel low |
| My black skin is a murdering bust the fucking door |
| Now if I had three wishes, what would be the first |
| To bring back all my people that done rolled in a hears |
| Say hello to my mother we up in paradise |
| Well reality is full of leaches and parasites |
| I keep it real with the game, so I report what I see |
| And tell the chairs of the passenger plus the driver seat nigga |
| (Z-ro talking) |
| 2k1, motherfucking Z-Ro the Crooked |
| Thou can’t stop me nigga |
| Motherfucking energizer, feel that |
| S.U.C. |
| for life, south sive for live, uh |