Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song U Gotta Let Go, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 14.04.1998
Song language: English
U Gotta Let Go |
| I should of stayed up on the corner moving stone after stone |
| With a red dot, led blocks with no time for school |
| I’m in the kitchen whipping up a chicken fool |
| I tried to get my cash on, but I couldn’t get my cash on |
| Everytime I hit a lick, my family dipping in my stash |
| Got me mad, whipping up my mask and my 4−5 |
| Dipping in my cheve looking for shit to go down |
| For my real ass players, man, they don’t want me now |
| Use to show me love, that’s something they don’t show me now |
| Left a player lonely now, it’s all good |
| That’s why I’m robbing motherfuckers up in y’all hood |
| Life got me pissed off, take the rolex that’s on your wrist off |
| Papa said I got to pay rent, or get out this house |
| Living in the streets back in the tre 5−7 |
| It’s a question of life for mie got a nigga stressing |
| You got to let go sometimes — 8x |
| Sitting at the crib watching time go by |
| I be puffing on la, I mean myself and I |
| It’s been a struggle to hustle, but I maintain |
| Cause this shit don’t change off in this dirty game |
| I got kids to feed, blocks to bleed |
| I really, shoot for the top my nigga I got to get it |
| Money if I win puts my mind at ease |
| Cause I be praying on my knees got to get this cheese |
| This a lifetime, and ain’t no turning it back |
| Going hard with the crack, trying to get that sack |
| Be retired from the game, yeah that’s something I wish |
| I stay undercover rolling strapped with four fifths |
| Rolling Don Ke from H-Town to cali |
| Straight up out the valley dodging the federally |
| Putting it down cause I’ma stay on the grind |
| So you roll homie try to let it go sometime, let it go |
| Flipping my tongue since I was young |
| It ain’t over it just begun, S.U.C. |
| I represent it till my living is done |
| I’m on the run ducking the law with a pistol on my side |
| Looking for trouble too deep for money at the same time |
| I’m a sold-ier, I thought I told you |
| I’m a geurilla my nagah my dogs gone fold you |
| Pump your breaks when you run into a wild card Ro |
| Under the influence and I don’t give a fuck no more |
| (Billy Cook vocalizing) |