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Screwed up click for life Z-Ro tha crooked aka tha king of the ghetto but y'all can call me rotha vandross this year yo ya digg Anyway mayne I'm just out here tryna shake tha motherfucken potla fulla dolla out you nomtalkbout Everyday allday havin' knot small pay niga what (Z-Ro) Ha ha... uh I wake up early in tha evening around 5:30 or 6 my nextal phone beepin from all tha calls I miss 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 them tha blues open up the safe and grab Some papuh call forward and hit sportsclips and let 'em know I need anotha tapah call one up of tha smokuhs to wash my ride 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 "tha who the (?) is thicka" 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 I'm a act one two... I'm a act just like a niga do (uh niga do)... I'm a act one two... I'm a act just like a niga do Nigaaa... iiiiiiiim gon let tha top down even doe I'm on 4s I ain't swangin rather roll cruise control As tha cigarillo bloows cell phone ringin' traffic light chaangaan... (Billy Cook) Is a Sunday screwd up day outside might as well pullout tha candy slab it's tyme to riiide (?) candy blue the purple rabbit for your eyeeez 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 upon me mayne you damn right I'm a legend in tha gaaame it's Billy Cook and that niga Joseph wayne yeah we except check and loose chaaaange cause tha ghetto is where we come from Tha same place (?) bitches run from since tha beginning I had a fist for a hand but I turn it into winna y'all hataz don't understand minimum wage niga not earing Your hundred grand I can pay my own ways got my own money mayne b.I.l.l.y c.o.o.k a foreign car now I was in tha droppa yesterday I'm a act one two... I'm a act just like a niga do (uh niga do)... I'm a act one two... I'm a act just like a niga do Nigaaa... iiiiiiiim gon let tha top down even doe I'm on 4s I ain't swangin rather roll cruise control As tha cigarillo bloows cell phone ringin' traffic light chaangaan... (Z-Ro:) Just like big hawk my cup is full of something bubblaying and I'm on the boulevard acting uggglay but I'm not swangin in 'n' out of 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 to damn hard for mine 24/7 on tha grind all you gon end up with is ah hard tyme From I-10 tha (?) tha 59 south to purchase stack of that limon lime then I'm out I'm bout to roll through my homegirl house her man trippin' 'cause he think I got her strippin but we just flippin and ain't no Club hoppin even if tha club poppin' I'm a dash 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