Z-Ro - Brang a Stacc lyrics

Uhhhh, you get what you pay fo'
Ain't no customer service, because I say so
These ain't yours my nigga
These here weigh mo'
Hard for the nigga spending the money
That's who they fo'
And I ain't even talking bout dope
If they ain't talking bout money
Then I'm talking bout no
Walking fast spaz out
And then I'm walking out slow
Leave a witness
So my enemies can talk about Ro
I don't need to do a song with nobody
I do my own thang
Y'all getting off at the same exit
I'm in my own lane
I ain't gotta go get the Crips
I am my own gang another 75 thousand
Every time the phone rang
Phone never off, it's always on mayn
Nigga want a hook and a verse
That's twenty zones mayn
I hope, Young Jeezy don't mind
Had to make a hook
Out of one of his famous punch lines

It's taking too long to lock up
Bring it back
You were short anyway, so bring a stack
Bring a stack, bring a stack, bring a stack
Bring a stack bring a stack, bring a stack
Bring-a bring-a bring a stack

It's taking too long to lock up
Bring it back i'm the father
Of these rapping and singing cats
Sound like they moaning
Show me where they singing at they trash
I'm not thinking bout thinking
Bout taking it back
Drankin' & Drivin' and Legendary
They banging that i go hard if not harder
Than all these other famous acts
Ro that ain't english he speaking
But that's they favorite track
No wonder our kids go crazy
They be everyday with that
But, if you need that real shit
I can hook it up
You thought my cd like it was a bag of coke
And shook it up
You should see me in the kitchen
When I cook it up
I use nothing but real ingredients
I never whoop it up last thing I heard
I was the man on these streets
Bitch you gotta pay me ten percent
To stand on these streets
I hope, Young Jeezy don't mind
Had to make a hook
Out of one of his famous punch lines

It's taking too long to lock up
Bring it back
You were short anyway, so bring a stack
Bring a stack, bring a stack, bring a stack
Bring a stack bring a stack, bring a stack
Bring-a bring-a bring a stack

Listen, it's a lot of people
Stuck on my old shit
Me I'm on that moving right along
I gotta grow shit
20 years later, they still on that broke shit
Me I want the world
And I'm having it homie no shit
Fish scale ass rappers
Can't get our people high
They just want money
They don't give a fuck if our people die
I know we lazy
I'm just trying to make our people try
They thank God for me
But they look at me with a evil eye
Lord forgive em
For they know not what they do
The haters be like man we don't be hating
But they do i do my own thang
I don't give a fuck what they do
I can't save em all
I gotta just let em do what they do
I don't fuck with the police like that
I'm just trying to do some right
So when they pull you over
They won't murder you tonight
I hope, Young Jeezy don't mind
Had to make a hook
Out of one of his famous punch lines

It's taking too long to lock up
Bring it back
You were short anyway, so bring a stack
Bring a stack, bring a stack, bring a stack
Bring a stack bring a stack, bring a stack
Bring-a bring-a bring a stack

Z-Ro, King of the motherfucking Ghetto
Yeah, nigga
In there like swim wear without the chin hair
What you worried about what type
Of tip I'm leaving
For the waitress fo' nigga
Get your mind on your money
And get it off of mine, ya dig
Cause, I'm in rare form like a bear palm
With a spare arm
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