Z-Ro Never Been Lyrics

Angel Dust Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Never Been
  • 2 These Days
  • 3 I Just Wanna Say
  • 4 Truth Is
  • 5 Dicconu
  • 6 Love It
  • 7 Phuq Wit Me
  • 8 Young Nigga
  • 9 Time
  • 10 Heaven
  • 11 Jaccers Wanna Know
  • 12 Take My Time
  • 13 When I Get Free
  • 14 Today
  • The less I fuck with you niggas, the better I feel
    Don’t know no nothin’ else what I can be if I wasn’t real
    I borrowed those lines from Plies, that’s just how I feel
    Brass knuckles and a 38 with a beam, that’s just how I chill
    AK-47 and a ski mask, that’s how I kill
    Professional dranka’ my nigga, my cup will never spill
    Where I’m from, the police is the only thing I’ll run from
    Only thang on my mind is money, and what bitch I can get some from
    I ain’t never been a bitch, don’t know how to be a hoe
    Only thing I know how to do is collect my dough
    So if you owe me money, pay me on time
    8-7-tre-4-2-4, death before dishonor on mine
    Me be a punk, I would have to leave this world for that
    Matter fact my momma coulda’ had a girl for that
    If I hold my hands a certain when I’m in the courtroom
    That could guarantee me walkin’ out of the courtroom
    Ain’t no other rapper got a set of skills like Ro got
    I swear I’m half a man and half machine, call me Ro-bot
    You ain’t gotta wonder if Z-Ro gon’ ever sell out, Z-Ro not
    From Greenspoint to Mo-City, Texas, all of that’s Ro block
    Kick door burglars started in my hood, so watch yo’ door lock
    Kick that bitch in, roll in yo’ shit, take everything and then roll out
    That was ’94, I was hiding out, homicide was trying to find me
    Ain’t that a bitch, now I got my whole city and state behind me
    I’m cool as a popsicle, in the freezer, in the winter time
    But I’m a damn fool and a half about respect, so give me mine
    Uhhh, so when they lay me in my hole
    They gon’ say that was a man right there homie, I put that on my soul

    I ain’t never been a bitch or don’t know how to be a hoe
    Only thing I know how to do is go get the dough
    The cheese, the bread, the feria, lucci
    Hoe I just want what’s in your purse, you can keep the cuchi
    I ain’t never been a bitch or don’t know how to be a hoe
    Only thing I know how to do is go get the dough, Heyy
    Even if they kill me I ain’t going no where
    Turn up the volume to the radio, I’ll be right there

    (Ro-Pac) It feels so good to be free, I ain’t even thinkin’ bout a penitentiary
    Apple sauce and yellow grits, that ain’t breakfast
    T-bone steak and eggs back in Screwed Up Texas
    Ain’t a thang change, everything still the same
    Haters still hate the gangbangers still bang
    But we still fuck with it, lil’ body that’s makin’ change
    Snitches still need a record deal cuz they still sang
    You ain’t no woman, you a bitch to me
    And a friend, still ain’t shit to me
    Everytime I make a hundred thousand dollars, here they come
    If I’m doing bad, they the ones I don’t here from
    Y’all niggas ain’t real like Hawk and Screw
    And since y’all ain’t them, y’all the ones I’m talkin’ too
    Y’all niggas ain’t shit, y’all pussies and some tits
    But got the nerve to say you a blood or a crip
    First one to set trip, but the first one to run
    Own six or seven guns, but you never shot one
    I praise towards the sun everyday before I’m done
    When it rain on me it ain’t water, its money by the ton
    I’m only one man with an Earth worth of foes
    They hate me in the hood, in public and at my shows
    If looks can kill I die when they ride by
    But ask them why they hate me and they don’t know why
    Send a playa through hell and back, then they sent me to prison
    But check me out homie I’m free and I’m still livin’
    So many women and men don’t want me to win
    I got God, that’s why they bullets can’t break my skin
    Roll foreign in the winter, American in the spring
    Any other time a playa, stretch Hummer limousine
    Whether you see me in person, or in a magazine
    I keep bags of purple, ain’t no mo’ bags of green
    I’m white t-shirt, white wands and blue jeans
    The MVP and the only player on my team
    The female scream cuz I’m the man of they dreams
    I’m represented by my piece, chain, watch and my ring
    Yea I’m on the radio, yea I’m on the television
    But never sellin’ my soul is the most important mission
    No mo’ whippin chickens up in the kitchen, nigga please
    If I ain’t pimpin my bitches, then I must be over seas
    I drop a lot of CD’s, that’s how I make cheese
    So much ice in my mouth, my breath is a cool breeze
    Pardon my rainbow, a playa just had to sneeze
    My game tight 360 degrees
    I ain’t a fresh prince, I’m a muthafuckin’ king
    This ain’t a pistol, this is a muthafuckin’ machine
    50 caliber brown, and this is something you never seen
    Big enough to hit when it miss, and it don’t need a beam
    I shake a lot of hands, walk across a lot of stages
    My signature at the bottom of a lot of pages
    Even without a diamond I still shine bright
    And I hog the lime light, that’s because I rhyme tight
    Kush keep my mind right, cuz I stress so bad
    Sometimes I lose my temper and get so mad
    But a voice say, “Ro, focus and get yo’ cash”
    You wanna know if I do that, you better bet yo’ ass, BEOTCHH!!!

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