Z-Ro - King Of The Ghetto lyrics
[Hook - 2x] This is my wooooooorld Z-Ro, king of the ghettoooooo [Z-Ro] Once upon a time, not long ago There was a hustling motherfucker, with a cold ass flow Everytime he hit the studio, his beeper go off He left the beef to get his cheese, by selling people that raw With a pistol on his right side, and one in his back I-10 again and again, from running that crack Girlfriend kept complaining, cause he never at home So he told her deal with it bitch, or get the fuck on It was money over bitches, on his mind Plus all of his partnas, thought that he would never shine The number be 15 and 5, up in the kitchen He could do it straight up, or he could do it with a whipping But then came a drought, and then he put his first album out Decided to do it full time, cause record stores kept selling out Still in the game, cocaine on top of the brain From the studio to the streets, Z-Ro is everything [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] King of the ghetto, I'm sitting on my throne Got a red light, sitting on my chrome Ridgemont Texas, representing With a taper fade, sitting on my dome I mash niggaz, and I trash niggaz When it come down, to the cash nigga Beat that ass, in a flash nigga Pistol play, and I'ma blast nigga Gangstafied, from Goderhead All day long, I chase my bread But on the low, I don't fuck with FED's Cause a snitch nigga, get dressed in red Shut up bitch, she look so lie But they don't know, she'll take your life Not giving a fuck, or get fucked up And end up dead, with your dick in the sky Go my way, we gon have fun Instead of happiness, we have done About our business, corrupting our kidneys All that codeine, weed and drugs I'm leaning over, but still a soldier Pimp my pen, like I'm suppose to Nothing but the finest, light green doja Got it from C-Note, from the Clover Animal thug, I thug for life So I ain't going, to the club tonight Block is bleeding, I'm here for the eating And supervising, my funds tonight I scuffle and hustle, on my grind No matter the weather, no matter the time Roll out the red carpet for Z-Ro, this world is mine [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] Who that bumping, who that beefing Hope you brought something, to put your chief in Interrupting me, while I'm reefer chiefing I'm a gangsta, not Erkle Steven Cause I don't laugh, and I don't play And no, is something that I don't say I don't give a motherfuck, about your day Hoe, get the fuck out of my way I'm lean as fuck, and don't like nobody My style of rap, is I'm like nobody I let off fo' shots, and hit fo' bodies OG with it, like Amas Rodney Still in the game, as a MVP Dealing with haters, that envy me Fuck fabricated, and commercializing I'ma bring my block, to MTV Show love, and do all I can For all my people, and all my fans But motherfuckers, be hating me For the life of me, I can't understand Cause I'm cool as hell, till a hater get bold Step out of line, fuck around get stoled I must be, their motherfucking issue Cause all these niggaz, getting drove Up a lot, like a Volkswagon I get a commission, for toe tagging A slim killa, with a wide body Polo top, and Polo sagging I live my life, like I don't care But every night, I be deep in prayer Then I get off, my knees And hustle, straight like that there [Hook - 2x]
