Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ro & Bun, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 19.09.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ro & Bun |
| When we in the club, we got guns |
| You don’t wanna run up, on that Z-Ro and that Bun |
| Shit talkers, get a hole in they tongue |
| Shake your hand or crack your head, boy we don’t bar none hold up |
| Sharp as a razor blade, bitch don’t step on my shoes |
| You out your mind, thinking I won’t pull out this weapon on you |
| Phoenix Amare gators hater, yeah I’m stepping on you |
| So you better have at least, a 3−57 on you |
| Your woman is in the club, to show me love |
| That’s why you mean mugging me bro, but I don’t give a fuck |
| Don’t let this suit fool ya, cause I was raised to grub |
| All that touchy-feely shit, the quickest way you get fucked up |
| I know you feeling real good, you full of that sherm and alcohol |
| But it ain’t nothing friendly about me, I am not your pal at all |
| Unless you Rochelle and do nails, with them thick ass thighs |
| Otherwise I’mma leave a cereal bowl hole, in y’all bitch ass guys |
| When we in the club, we got guns |
| You don’t wanna run up, on that Z-Ro and that Bun |
| Shit talkers, get a hole in they tongue |
| Shake your hand or crack your head, boy we don’t bar none hold up |
| It was the summertime, and Bun is down to mack a ho (ho) |
| You know I graduated, from my pimping class in '94 |
| So the sco' already known, before the game is played |
| Trill niggas is getting paid, bitch niggas is getting sprayed |
| Layed down, like a sheet on the bed |
| With that heat to your head, I split you from the white meat to the red |
| And from the red meat to the bone, when I hit your street with the chrome |
| Bitch you best to beat your feet, and get gone |
| But if haters I find that hid (hid), and think they got away with what they did |
| Prepare for your bitch ass, to get slid |
| Put that on my mama (mama), I put on for my town |
| Put that thang up to yo' melon, and put your ass in the ground hol' up |
| When we in the club, we got guns |
| You don’t wanna run up, on that Z-Ro and that Bun |
| Shit talkers, get a hole in they tongue |
| Shake your hand or crack your head, boy we don’t bar none hold up |
| I don’t really wanna do it take some pictures, and sign some auto-ma-graphs |
| Find a lil' bit of love for after the club, and put this rod on her ass |
| So I might be up and down your boulevard, picking up your baby mama mayn |
| And you already know I’m strapped, best thang for you to do save the drama mayn |
| I’m an asshole by nature, by my god damn self |
| I don’t love see war this bitch, I only love my god damn wealth |
| Behind respect I go to war, cause I’m a fool in this bitch |
| I’m ready to work I’m a mechanic, I got my tools in this bitch |
| From Mo City to Port Arthur, we all underground kings |
| Meet me in Mo City, and I’ll show you what underground mean |
| I got a rifle size hand cannon, gat in the club |
| Murder your ass tonight, tomorrow I’ll be back in the club for real |
| When we in the club, we got guns |
| You don’t wanna run up, on that Z-Ro and that Bun |
| Shit talkers, get a hole in they tongue |
| Shake your hand or crack your head, boy we don’t bar none hold up |