| Anyway mayne I’m just out here tryna shake tha mothafucken pot & pull a dolla |
| out you nawmtalknbout? |
| Everyday all day heavy not small pay niggah what |
| (Z-Ro Verse) |
| Ha haaa… Uhh I wake up early in tha evening around 5: 30 or 6 |
| My nextel beepin from all tha calls I missed, |
| Brush my grill until it looks like what’s around my wrist |
| Drop some kush in tha cigarillo and then give it a twist, |
| Pull out black t-shirt baige dickie pants black house shoes can’t forget my bandana to give’em tha blues, |
| Open up the safe and grab some paper |
| Call foward and hit sportsclips and let em know I need anotha tapah, |
| Call one up of tha smokas to was my ride just like at the |
| Just like at tha carwash but he gon do it right outside, |
| I don’t kick it with fellas I kick it with broads |
| Fellas act like females so why not kick it with a women from tha start, |
| My mind marinated full of liquor remember me in the hoodoo with expired tags & |
| stickas |
| But I’m on swangas today and everything is blue over gray, |
| Look out Houston Tx Z-Ro is on his way I’m a let the top down |
| (Z-Ro Chorus) |
| I’m’a act one two, I’m’a act just like a niggah do (a niggah do) |
| I’m’a act one two, I’m’a act just like a niggah do (a niggah do) |
| Nigaaa… Iiiiiiiim gon let tha top down even tho I’m on 4s I ain’t swangin |
| rather roll cruise control |
| As tha cigarillo bloows cell phone ringin traffic light chaangaan… |
| (Billy Cook Verse) |
| Is a sunday screwd up day outside might as well pull out tha candy slab it’s |
| time to riiide |
| It go from candy blue to purple right before ya eyes |
| And they think I’m slippn but I keep them pipes on my siiiide |
| Grippin woodgraain homie if ya love ya like I’m run up on me maaayne |
| You damn right I’m a legend in tha gaaame |
| It’s Billy Cook and that niggah Joseph waaaayne |
| Yeah we accept check and loose chaaaange |
| Cause tha ghetto is where we come from |
| The same place boojie bitches run from |
| Since the beginning I had a piss poor hand |
| But I turned it to a winner you haters don’t understand |
| Minimum wage niggah now earnin a hundred grand |
| I can pay my own way got my own money maayne |
| B. I. L. L. Y C. O. O. K. In a foreign car now I was in tha droppa yesterdaay |
| (Z-Ro Chorus) |
| I’m’a act one two, I’m’a act just like a niggah do |
| (A niggah do) |
| I’m’a act one two, I’m’a act just like a niggah do |
| (A niggah do) |
| Nigaaa… Iiiiiiiim gon let tha top down even tho I’m on 4s I ain’t swangin |
| rather roll cruise control |
| As tha cigarillo bloows cell phone ringin traffic light chaangaan… |
| (Z-Ro Verse) |
| Just like big hawk my cup is full of something bubbulaay |
| And I’m on the boulevard acting ugggulaay, |
| But I’m not swangin in & outa my lane speakin of my trunk and tha gorillas |
| inside it just makin it bang |
| If a jacka comes my way I load my ak Don’t think I won’t spray it’s gon be yo last day |
| I work too damn hard for mine 24/7 on tha grind all you gon end up with is a hard time |
| From I-10 to beltway 8−59 south to purchase a sack of the lemon lime & I’m out |
| About to roll to my homegirl house |
| Her man trippin cuz he think I got her strippin, but we jus flippin |
| And aint no club hoppin even if tha club poppin I’m’a pass neva even take my foot of tha gas headed to tha studio to drop a couple of songs when I’m finish |
| we gon bound to continued to roooam and let tha top doooowwn |
| (Z-Ro Chorus) X2 |
| I’m’a act one two, I’m’a act just like a niggah do (a niggah do) |
| I’m’a act one two, I’m’a act just like a niggah do (a niggah do) |
| Nigaaa… Iiiiiiiim gon let tha top down even tho I’m on 4s I ain’t swangin |
| rather roll cruise control |
| As tha cigarillo bloows cell phone ringin traffic light chaangaan… |