Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still In The Hood, 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
Still In The Hood |
| Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game |
| Cause a nigga from the hood that done looked some good |
| Now they all want to jock my fame |
| But when I’m coming down in my? |
| born? |
| And I’m rolling one deep that should tell you about me |
| I don’t give a damn about none of you hoes |
| I blast on sight cause I ain’t tripping no more |
| Nigga I’m tired, this drama got me booted and fried |
| At least I got records in the store bitch nigga you getting dried |
| Steady running around rapping and capping and talking shit |
| I got gorillas every where be careful who you walking with |
| Southside, south-sid for live, wouldn’t want to be you |
| Be running up on you closed casket nobody gonna see you |
| Bitch it’s over, barely with Barber right behind me in the rover |
| My partner from Mercy told you we gone get you if we owe you |
| Military minded I’m a S.U.C. |
| soldier |
| Don’t want it if it’s hard cause the south lets you see over |
| I’m trying to keep my head on, but it’s rolling off my shoulders |
| When I lost my people god damn, my heart was pumping colder |
| Shedding crocodile tears, man folks feeling this pain |
| And left a stain in my brain so I’m cracking like a window pain |
| On the edge having a conversation with my infrared |
| All these fuck niggas can get it two to the head and get dead |
| It’s the return of Z-Ro the Crooked busting heads strictly for cash |
| Taking out contracts on haters with a beam and a mask |
| You can run you can hide but it ain’t no escaping |
| I’m a trend setter with a beretta for real it ain’t no faking |
| I done showed up, then I poured up, then I blowed up like heats |
| Diamond slugs up on my teeth, I done been violent fuck the peace |
| I got a slug for these haters that’s approaching me wrong |
| Let them mash off in first class there ain’t no coaching my song |
| Hydro-V to the dome, with it on back to the chrome |
| I’m kind of quick to click so get gone or catch one to the dome |
| Mo-City Texas that’s my home, but I can rome all over |
| So it’s ghetto love these cats gone get me full up on sober |
| Real recognize real, and the fake gone fade away |
| Use to selling drugs to get that pay, but god done mad a way |
| For me to stack my ends, my paper, my moola, my fetty |
| And took this by surprise I knew you hoes wasn’t ready |
| Remember back in 94' they use to laugh at me team |
| Now it’s year 2k2 women be after me team |
| But fuck a female, it’s all about my retail |
| On tapes and c.d.'s they was capping I stay making daily breakers |
| C.d., and they chose to make tapes, up on the stage |
| It use to be all about hooping now I’m all about getting paid |
| Getting leid I can miss it, I’d rather have my digits |
| Trying to get up on me a stack, taller than the tallest midget |
| I’m on bitches than a red nose pit, with his mouth on it |
| I be platinum 'fore it’s over bitch I put the south on it |
| You can put your mouth on it, if you ain’t than zip it up |
| Get off my dick bitch right quick because I’m about to rip it up |
| And for no reason at all, it’s fuck y’all |
| Fuck around and get to busting so you best to best duck dog |
| I’ve been going through a whole thang, everyday |
| So I don’t give a damn if you get chose man I got this k, and I don’t play |