Z-Ro On My Grind Lyrics
Last updated: 07/02/2011 12:00:00 PM
Uh oh, y'all muthafuckers done fucked up now.
Man, Z-Ro the crooked, muthafuckin' Mo' City Don.
Yeah, nigga I done hooked up with Rap-A-Lot.
You know what I'm sayin'? I know y'all don't like that.
But fuck y'all though, feel me.
From mansions to Hummers & the Bentley I want it all
Like every other nigga that's 26 I wanna ball
That's why I get up off my rump & I go & get it
So when my pockets lookin' low, time to pay the suburb a visit
I can't see myself at the bottom of the food chain
When a nigga hungry & broke I go through some mood swings
Lay it down muthafucker I got kids to feed
I was on the block when it moved slow, all Z-Ro needed was speed.
Do I suffer from greed? I gotta get some cash quick
'Cause I look back on my life, a nigga ain't never had shit
50 packin' get me through the night, 150 was my profit
I gotta room, shit y'all but them J's done kept on choppin'
Quarter ounces on some big O's, keepin' fiends geekin' & stuffin' weed sacks like pillows
I eat on the block & sleep on the block, then I retreat on the block
Burnin' out of town it's for birds about the piece on my block.
Caught up in this game of chasin' dough
I'm not mama's little boy no more
Anytime you see me in public I'm On My Grind
I'm out here starvin' I'm just tryin' to get fed
So I gotta get up & go get this bread
And I wants to be a millionaire about to lose my mind.
Catch me if you can is my vision of me screamin'
So I chase 'em like the law until my jewelry is gleamin'...
[scratches into next song on the album]
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