Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Mo City Don, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 13.07.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Mo City Don |
| K-I-N-G, the Mo City Don |
| I know you heard about me and this mission I’m on |
| But not in R-A-P, I’m just tryna live on |
| Not in the penitentiary, I’d rather be rolling chrome |
| In the P-E-N-T, my attitude is shown |
| Cause I’ve never been friendly, you should leave me alone |
| But if I S-L-I-P, and my brains get blown |
| Just listen at my CD cause I live in my song |
| I’m just living my life |
| Not worried about no money or no women and I |
| Just rolling in something foreign with my gun at my side |
| Smoking designer doja, hope I don’t run into one time |
| No particular destination, I just want to roam |
| Don’t want to talk, I left all of my cellphones at home |
| All I need is fifteen pounds of leave me alone |
| Cause ain’t nobody on this level I’m on |
| And all I see is murder, murder, my mind state |
| Preoccupied with homicide, tryna survive through this crime rate |
| Most of my homies hustle for big bucks, but blow it on bullshit |
| Then start complaining about how they can’t come up |
| Association brings about simulation, you know what that mean? |
| Meet with a fiend and you too will become a dope fiend |
| The same thang goes for crooks and thieves |
| I’m not getting arrested again to give a lawyer my cheese |
| I’m covered in diamonds and gold |
| Try to take 'em away from me, I’ll leave your body so swole |
| What I’m rolling is big enough to blow a hole in your soul |
| So take this Hen' and hypnotic and have a seat by the pole |
| Instead of killing your ass, I’d rather pour you a glass |
| I’m tired of being the reason people under the grass |
| But I won’t lose sleep if Hoover murder your ass |
| I guess you couldn’t keep the ghetto pass |
| Homie when I tell you I’m unjackable, I’m not just talking shit |
| I got guerillas everywhere, be careful who you walking with |
| But I’m an equal opportunity lender, I’m not a snob |
| Meet me in Mo City and I might just give you a job |
| Cause I’m looking for a few good men, tryna expand my operation |
| I’ve been local long enough, time to go nation |
| Making the transition from the streets to the fame |
| A couple clubs, gas stations and hotels in my name |
| I can do bad one deep |
| I wish I could flip in a Bentley coupe with just one seat |
| A box of Carnival Cigarillo and just one freak |
| And if I fall off before I ask for help, I’ll leave lunch meat |
| I wear my pride on my shoulders and my heart on my sleeve |
| With the knowledge and understanding at three-sixty degrees |
| Ninety-five, the five P-E-R-C-E-N-T |
| Only a few real niggas but so many wannabe |
| Hell yeah, I’ve read the Holy Qur’an and the Good Book |
| Both of them investigated, give all clues and good look |
| And a real king don’t have to wear his crown to rule |
| You know book sense without common sense is a damn fool |