Mo City Don

Shit
Z-Ro the Crooked
I know y'all been waiting on this here, yeah
Shit, R.I.P. Big Mello
Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator
All the fallen soldiers man
Southside, Eastside, Westside, Northside
Know what I'm saying
All my partnas, all your dead partnas
But shit, I still feel stressed
Still gotta get something off my chest
Why these hoe niggas be doing what they be doing?
I don't know though
Shit, fuck it
We gon stay two deep in a fo' do'

'Slow Loud And Bangin", all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk
I blow on skunk, I blow on doja
Military minded, I'm a motherfuckin' soldier

Out the streets of the Ridgemont fo'
Not no bitch and say, I still ain't a hoe
Lettin' niggas know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen and I get my point clear

Why niggas wanna talk down?
I don't know
Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, from the fo'
With my fo'-fo' on my side, when I ride
Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box

And I'm gone, nigga old glory
I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Horry
And if I do a murder, flee the murder scene
No missing shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean

From Southwest to Southeast, bitch
It's about war not bout peace
Nigga like me, I'm 'bout knockin' out teeth
Know what I'm sayin', I'll loose your grill
A nigga coming down in the Coupe Deville

Looking gravy, looking real throwed
I'ma be the nigga, pullin' over at the fuckin' cross road
With my K on my side, I'm ready to ride
And if I gotta go, it'll be a homicide

Me and another nigga on the way to the Golden Gate
A nigga like me, can't wait
Just to make it, to another day
Gotta get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way

When I come around your corner so slow
It'll be the nigga in the damn Polo
That's the Ralph Lauren, jackers ain't barring
That's why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to foreign

Said it like I said it, in the old school
Some niggas they be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come around your corner, but I ain't set trippin'
But I will, wet niggas and wet women

With the calico, I had to let a motherfucka' know
That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln fo' do'
A fox photo, 'cause I do it in a flash
Nigga, watch out, 'cause that could be your ass

I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong
I flex my bicep, then I swole on 'em
Get on the motherfuckin' bench
And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence

They wonder where I went, they keep looking
I don't give a fuck, like Tyson I keep hookin'
Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish
I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach

I'ma keep goin', I keep on flowin' just like the Nile
Million dolla' mouthpiece, everytime I smile
Look and load a, nigga ashtray
Everytime he smile, he can turn the night to day

You can open up the pop and let the smoke come out
We don't give a damn, 'bout a crooked ass cop
Crooked officer, crooked officer
Make a nigga wanna blow the badge off of ya

Me and Dougie, my motherfuckin' brother
R.I.P. to my motherfuckin' mother
That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted in my motherfuckin' shoes

I gotta be a man, hope you understand
There's nothin', but the work, and the calico in my hand
On a corner on the Ridgevan and I'm serving a fiend
A real live B-Boy and you know what I mean

I be stacking up chips, like Lego
Dark on a punk, just like Calvin Kato
Houston to the Rocket, a fo'-peat like comets
I don't give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga, make him vomit

On the grind, I'ma take a trip on Greyhound
I be flying on a plane, but the dope is on the ground
Headed to Lake Charles, or headed to Lafayette
Maybe off in Alexandria, but I ain't finished yet

I gotta make the whole I10, I sin, then I do it again
I get my ends, I'm in my motherfuckin' Benzy
Got these hoes runnin' 'round in a frenzy
I be busting full clips 'til they empty
A piece of potent pussy might tempt me

Rain is trying to send me to the Penitentiary
The main reason why, I ain't friendly
I'm wired up, but I ain't on no damn slaughter
Dejaun in the back and he got the camcorder

Recording everything, the fo's gon swang
Still pullin' up on Fondren and the Main
Looking lovely, got to look good
I throw up Ridgemont fo' 'cause that's my hood

Never been a hoe, I'm lettin' hoes know
I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T but first a G-O-L-D
A motherfuckin' plaque, I keep it straight and simple like that
Hit a bitch from the back and I use my motherfuckin' tool
Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the mule