Z-Ro - Continue 2 Roll lyrics

My hand grabs the wheel
And foot mashes the pedal
Block to block corner to corner
Looking at the devil
Making my brothers think, they got nine lives
They was so gangsta
Until Lucifer got 'em caught up in a drive by
Lil' kids, witness father and uncles pass on
Then they grow up, to get they blast on
Everybody saying
That the black community is out control
Even in the suburbs, brains get blown
They blame rap, for the murder rate
But people go to the movies
And see murder for seven
Dollars then they imitate
What they done seen
On Terminator 1 through 3
Schwarzenegger's the Governor, we get L-IF-E
Innocent victims
Get a free ride to the grave
People that work hard get robbed
For every penny they save
It's like it ain't gon ever change
This world we live in cold
I hit my Hypnotic, then I continue to roll

La la la la la la la, as we con-tinue to roll

Can't even ride, through the hood no mo'
Without police pulling us over
Looking for ounces of do'
Just cause I'm black
And got diamonds on my gold teeth
Ain't enough evidence
To say I sold a quarter ki
But even still, that's the way it is
And the main reason homes are broken
And baby mamas shed tears
And have to raise, they kids one deep
In and out of relationships
Looking for a man so people pardon creeps
But what I see
Is just a soul trying to survive
The main reason why d-boys
Hustle with twenties and dimes
Lil' mama I feel your pain
Trying to get ahead
Don't let that be the reason
With 24 hour open legs
I know life, is hard nosed
Will we ever get our forty
Acres and our mule, only God knows
Ain't no love seem like it
Ain't gon ever change
This world we live in is cold
Hit my gin and juice
And then I continue to roll

Ain't no love in the sets no mo'
I see Bloods killing Bloods
And cuz killing cuz, I remember when it was
La familia, when we threw the sign
But brothers don't keep it gangsta
When brothers be doing time I ain't lying
That's why everybody, be on they own
Talking to they partna baby mama
On they mobile phone hood ain't hood
It don't matter where you living
Somebody from your hood
Will try to make you take
Their place in prison ask my partna Griffin
Why they be snitching and telling
Watching your pocket getting jealous
Cause they mail ain't swelling
Before you know it you a felon
Waiting on a release thinking revenge
Cause a friend got you took off the streets
And then they wonder, why I roll solo
When I'm in the hood
Don't consider Z-Ro as your homie no mo'
Let Ro go loc seem like
It ain't gon ever change
This world we live in is cold
Hit my Mississippi Mud, and continue to roll