Z-Ro - Freestyle Speaks The Truth lyrics
[Z-Ro - Freestyle Speaks The Truth lyrics]
If you don't look good then I don't look good
We don't look good, that's right
If you don't look good then I don't look good
Bitch you better bring me my cheese
If you don't look good then I don't look good
We don't look good, that's right
If you don't look good then I don't look good
Bitch you better bring me my cheese
I don't love you
Matter fact I don't ever think of you
I could think of better shit for me to do
Like chasing a million dollars with
My motha fucking crew
I miss my nigga DJ Screw
30 miles per hour on the freeway fool
Leaning like we need a V-8
But, I always kept my eyes open
To make sure we straight
Now I'm the mo' city don
I got my crown homie
Watch your mouth unless you
Wanna be underground homie
Your bitch ya bitch come get her
Cause once I sit her down homie
Your bitch gonna be my bitch
All you can do is frown homie
We can handle this like men
Or get into gangsta shit
5 duece hoover crip damn right
I'm a gangsta bitch
Lips hips and fingertips make a gangsta rich
All these yellow blue and black diamonds
I sure thank ya bitch
If you don't look good then I don't look good
We don't look good, that's right
If you don't look good then I don't look good
Bitch you better bring me my cheese
If you don't look good then I don't look good
We don't look good, that's right
If you don't look good then I don't look good
Bitch you better bring me my cheese
Yeah, Feel so good to be free
Finally came home from the penitentiary
Applesauce and yellow grit's
That ain't breakfast
T-Bone steak and eggs back
In screwed up Texas ain't a thing change
Everything still the same
Hatas still hate and gangbangas still bang
Police still fuck wit anybody
That's making change
Snitches still need a record deal
Cause they still sing
You ain't no woman you a bitch to me
And a friend, still ain't shit to me
Everytime I make a hundred thousand dollars
Here they come if I'm doin bad
They the ones I don't hear from
Yall niggas ain't real like HAWK and Screw
And since yall ain't them
Yall the ones I'm talking to
Yall niggas ain't shit
Yall pussy and some tit's
But got the nerve to say that
Yous a blood or a crip
First one to set trip
But the first one to run
Own six or seven guns, but you never shot one
I pray toward the sun
Every day before I'm done
When it rain on me it ain't water
It's money by the ton
I'm only one man with an Earth worth of foes
They hate me in the hood, in public
And at my shows if looks could kill
I'd die when they ride by
But ask them why they hate me
And they don't know why
Send a nigga through hell and back
And then they send me to prison
But check me out homie
I'm free and I'm still living
So many women and men don't want me to win
I got God
That's why they bullets can't break my skin
Roll foreign in the winter
American in the spring any other time I play
A stretch hummer limousine
Whether you see me in person or in a magazine
I keep bags of purple
Ain't no more bags of green
A white t-shirt, whites ones and blue jeans
The MVP and the only playa on my team
The females scream cause I'm the
Man of they dreams
I'm represented by my piece and
Chain watch and my ring
Yeah I'm on the radio
Yeah I'm on the television
But raisin' my daughter is
The most important mission
No more whippin chickens up in
The kitchen, nigga please
I drop a lot of CD's, thats how I make G's
So much ice in my mouth
My breath is a cool breeze
Pardon my rainbow, a playa just had to sneeze
My game tight 360 degrees
I ain't a fresh prince
I'm a cot sucking king
This ain't a pistol this is
A mutha fucking machine
50 calibre brown, is something you never seen
Big enough to hit, when it miss
And it don't need a beam
I shake a lot of hands
Walk across a lot of stages
My signature go at the bottom
Of a lot of pages even without a diamond
I'll still shine bright
And I hog the limelight
That's because I rhyme tight
Kush keep my mind right
Cause I stress so bad
Sometimes I lose my temper and get so mad
But a voice say "Ro focus, and get yo cash"
Wanna know if I do that?
You better bet yo ass
We don't look good, that's right
If you don't look good then I don't look good
Bitch you better bring me my cheese
If you don't look good then I don't look good
We don't look good, that's right
If you don't look good then I don't look good
Bitch you better bring me my cheese
I don't love you
Matter fact I don't ever think of you
I could think of better shit for me to do
Like chasing a million dollars with
My motha fucking crew
I miss my nigga DJ Screw
30 miles per hour on the freeway fool
Leaning like we need a V-8
But, I always kept my eyes open
To make sure we straight
Now I'm the mo' city don
I got my crown homie
Watch your mouth unless you
Wanna be underground homie
Your bitch ya bitch come get her
Cause once I sit her down homie
Your bitch gonna be my bitch
All you can do is frown homie
We can handle this like men
Or get into gangsta shit
5 duece hoover crip damn right
I'm a gangsta bitch
Lips hips and fingertips make a gangsta rich
All these yellow blue and black diamonds
I sure thank ya bitch
If you don't look good then I don't look good
We don't look good, that's right
If you don't look good then I don't look good
Bitch you better bring me my cheese
If you don't look good then I don't look good
We don't look good, that's right
If you don't look good then I don't look good
Bitch you better bring me my cheese
Yeah, Feel so good to be free
Finally came home from the penitentiary
Applesauce and yellow grit's
That ain't breakfast
T-Bone steak and eggs back
In screwed up Texas ain't a thing change
Everything still the same
Hatas still hate and gangbangas still bang
Police still fuck wit anybody
That's making change
Snitches still need a record deal
Cause they still sing
You ain't no woman you a bitch to me
And a friend, still ain't shit to me
Everytime I make a hundred thousand dollars
Here they come if I'm doin bad
They the ones I don't hear from
Yall niggas ain't real like HAWK and Screw
And since yall ain't them
Yall the ones I'm talking to
Yall niggas ain't shit
Yall pussy and some tit's
But got the nerve to say that
Yous a blood or a crip
First one to set trip
But the first one to run
Own six or seven guns, but you never shot one
I pray toward the sun
Every day before I'm done
When it rain on me it ain't water
It's money by the ton
I'm only one man with an Earth worth of foes
They hate me in the hood, in public
And at my shows if looks could kill
I'd die when they ride by
But ask them why they hate me
And they don't know why
Send a nigga through hell and back
And then they send me to prison
But check me out homie
I'm free and I'm still living
So many women and men don't want me to win
I got God
That's why they bullets can't break my skin
Roll foreign in the winter
American in the spring any other time I play
A stretch hummer limousine
Whether you see me in person or in a magazine
I keep bags of purple
Ain't no more bags of green
A white t-shirt, whites ones and blue jeans
The MVP and the only playa on my team
The females scream cause I'm the
Man of they dreams
I'm represented by my piece and
Chain watch and my ring
Yeah I'm on the radio
Yeah I'm on the television
But raisin' my daughter is
The most important mission
No more whippin chickens up in
The kitchen, nigga please
I drop a lot of CD's, thats how I make G's
So much ice in my mouth
My breath is a cool breeze
Pardon my rainbow, a playa just had to sneeze
My game tight 360 degrees
I ain't a fresh prince
I'm a cot sucking king
This ain't a pistol this is
A mutha fucking machine
50 calibre brown, is something you never seen
Big enough to hit, when it miss
And it don't need a beam
I shake a lot of hands
Walk across a lot of stages
My signature go at the bottom
Of a lot of pages even without a diamond
I'll still shine bright
And I hog the limelight
That's because I rhyme tight
Kush keep my mind right
Cause I stress so bad
Sometimes I lose my temper and get so mad
But a voice say "Ro focus, and get yo cash"
Wanna know if I do that?
You better bet yo ass