| I’m a Ridgemont soldier, state of Texas stunner
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| King of the ghetto, even when I was a new comer
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| 24 hours a day, I be sending fellas under
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| If they people want revenge, I never worry or wonder
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| When my motherfucking beef coming
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| Nigga this Rap-A-Lot mafia, head-n-chief coming
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| Everybody claiming they got guerillas in they click, why they be lying
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| When automatics start bucking, they turn them monkeys on the vine
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| Trying to get away, from the drama
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| But my barrel be spinning, like a set of Yokohama
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| I gotta blame it on my messed up childhood, this how I turned out
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| Hotter than first degree burns, unable to burn out
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| Z-Ro, I think you fellas know my name mayn
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| Z-Ro, making these haters mad that’s my thang mayn
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| Z-Ro, I’m real and I ain’t gon never change mayn
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| Z-Ro, me and a piece of platinum that’s the same thang
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| We ain’t riding on no horses, round here
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| We get it how we live, that’s why it go down round here
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| We going through thangs, plenty plenty pain round here
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| I cheering a smoke ass, we don’t play games round here
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| Everybody living wild, nobody tame round here
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| On they click em juice, with evil in they brain round here
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| Since the turn of the century, it ain’t been the same round here
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| Must be a soldier or get voted, just to claim round here
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| Some people, say we a fashion show
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| Don’t let the Screw tapes fool you, cause we be blasting hoe
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| This is what it sounds like, when we ride on our enemies
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| Houston Texas, we pulling negative energy
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| Be all up in my face, when I be sanging that song
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| But when haters be up in my face, I be swanging that dome
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| Because patience is a virtue, that I don’t have
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| And you a fool, if you thinking that I won’t jab
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| I hate the world, is the kind of attitude I got
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| But I could justify reasons, for any dude I shot
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| So I never be watching my back, Jehovah do it for me
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| I’m not a criminal, just trying to keep t-bone in my tummy
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| I’m as good, as the best of them
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| Or as bad, as the worst
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| Lil' fella you can find out, don’t make me have to pull my iron out
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| I do my dirt but I hide it, like a bottle of Zydine |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Z-Ro , by - Z-Ro. Song from the album Greatest Hits (Screwed), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп