Z-Ro Lonely Lyrics

Crack Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Crack (intro)
  • 2 Baby Girl
  • 3 Call My Phone
  • 4 Here We Go
  • 5 If That's How You Feel
  • 6 Lonely
  • 7 Made
  • 8 The Mo City Don
  • 9 Top Notch
  • 10 Rollin
  • 11 Tired
  • 12 You
  • 13 Eyes on Paper
  • 14 25 Lighter
  • 15 Paid My Dues
  • You're embarrassing Raymond Washington, and Tookie Williams
    You're not even part of revolutionary progress, they were built in
    If young G's follow you, it's the blind leading the blind
    All you can teach em, is how to throw up gang signs
    Community loyalty united eternally, that's what I claim
    Check my back left pocket, and the flag that hang
    To me it's a way of living, but to you it's just a gang
    Thinking you can get something from me, cause you say we the same thang
    I'm a man first, then my mother's child
    Joseph Wayne McVey, then I'm H-double O-V-A
    I wish I knew who your O.G. was, cause I'd smoke him
    Leave both of y'all with your eyes open

    My O.G. use to say
    Take your time, young G
    My O.G. use to say
    Don't be in a rush, to get striped
    My O.G. use to say
    Keep your flag, on the proper side
    And as long as you keep it real
    You can live your life, live your life

    In jail, niggaz bang for soups and sodas
    But when the real shit hit the real fan, they won't go in the corner
    I don't even see the point, of banging on lock
    Cause I don't know none of these niggaz, and this ain't my block
    Mr. O.G. you about to leave, please don't hand me the keys
    I don't wanna be in charge of these wannabe's
    I'm not a babysitter, somebody call me daddy when I'm in the world
    I see more go to fo', in my lil' girl
    Don't get it twisted, I see if you real B's and C's
    And walk it the way they talk it, not just trying to be seen
    Cool as a fan, but when it get gangsta they'll have that tool in they hand
    Banging up your gang, even swell up your hand


    I know I can't sell weed, cause I be smoking
    I know I can't see a pimp either, because I'ma be doing too much poking
    And I can't turn a hoe, into a housewife
    Although I tried, guess I got caught up in them thick ass thighs
    You live and you learn, sometimes my life is like a movie
    Even my own loc's, trying to do me
    But I said try, fucking over Joseph just ain't gon' fly
    You gon' need a steak, to put over your eye that's on the H
    It's death before dishonor, and I live by the code
    I would do you for the slightest reason, my gun is gon' unload
    So don't run up on me, talking bout a knowledge check
    Nowadays wannabe Bloods and Crips, getting it off the internet
    I guess you can, get the game for free
    But homie, you won't get the game from me
    And when I pray I pray to God, I don't bow my head to no other man
    Keeping that cracking is a part of my plan, yeeeah


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