Текст песни Burbans & Lacs - Z-Ro

Burbans & Lacs

Rest in peace Big Mello, we gon miss you nigga
Man I done lost so many homies, I need tissue nigga
Taking million dolla pictures, me and all of my niggas
In three years, I plan to have stacks like Jigga
Aw naw hell naw man, y’all done up and done it
We chiefing like everyday, smoking bluebonic chronic
I did it I done it, this rap beef you know who won it
I’m five million worldwide, I got mo' money
Europe paid me eighty G’s, for a hour show
And any nigga would be a damn fool, not to go
You rap about Amsterdam nigga, I really been
And over there, you could get ten blunts for ten
I smoke over and over again, God forgive me
Cause I’m a young thug, with tattoos in my skin
Four hundred thousand dolla Benz, with my name on my rims
And when I pull up hoes be like, I know that’s him
Sometime I flip in a cream Caddy, sometime I flip in a Fleetwood
You know the one with the platinum skin and the chrome spinning shoes,
that fill the feet good
Might slide in my Dodge Intrepid, or the limousine tint over 83's and fresh meat
Garunteed to squeeze when enemies test me, I’ma empty the clip and reload again
Ain’t got no gal ain’t got no friends, only thing I give a damn about is my ends
I wish Screw-Zoo was alive, so I could watch him make another Dub again
I’m mad at the world fuck love again, cause my so called partnas think I’m
capping
Bitch I’ve earned the right to live the good life, y’all know how long I’ve
been rapping
We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue
That’s the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw
I’m the King of the Clover, Z-Ro the Mo City Don
And all we do is get money, (where I’m from)
You know, I’m thinking of a master plan
I got chrome fans, on my promotional van
I’m the new Liberraci, look at how this shit got me
I fuck with D-Block, and the Dip Set posse
My spinners don’t stop, y’all rappers don’t shop
Cause your jeweler told me, you be wearing fake rocks
And if I catch you in my hood homie, you can’t leave
Cause I do niggas like Fabolous, man they can’t breathe
I got a trick up my sleeve, don’t ever pick up my weed
And I don’t tell my hoes bye, I fuck 'em get up and leave
And when I pass by the laws, I gotta switch up my speed
Cause my spider on the highway, doing 153
Every morning I wake up, and give my praises to God
Just for letting me see another sunrise, cause sometime making it through the
night is hard
Living in a place where cheering kills, cheering and police be the civilian
Lord I’ve been calling you so long, I wonder if you even hear me
Even though I can call a whole heep a burdans, I know there’s a bunch of
blessings as well
I remember when I had to sleep on benches, straight rob motherfuckers and leap
over fences
In a single bound, I wish my mama could see me now
Ain’t no detectives trying to see me now, with no rival gangs trying to beat me
down
It’s MTV and BET now, and ain’t no mo' regular weed ain’t nothing but the best
herb
With a grandaddy size cup of codiene, straight eight over ice nigga yes sir
I’m leaning like I need a V8, representing for the 3rd Coast
Look respect the South, and we gon see straight see straight