Z-Ro - Imposters lyrics
[Z-Ro - Imposters lyrics]
Y'all niggas ain't real, y'all impostures
Matter fact fake is a disease
Y'all need doctors if that's the case
I promise I ain't never had a cold
Real is healthy
Been like that since I was zero years old
Y'all niggas ain't real, y'all impostures
Matter fact fake is a disease
Y'all need doctors
You boys playing gangsta roles
Y'all deserve an Oscar
Soon as they handcuff ya
You telling em all about us
Talkative ass nigga
Won't you shut the fuck up
Every morning you say about thirty words
Before you get the fuck up
Talking bout I seen so and so
Counting a couple hundred thousand
And when so and so get robbed
You can blame it on all your mouthing
Go to Channel 2
Fill out an application be on the news crew
Cause doing that for free in these streets
Is what a damn fool do
Telling the wrong person
Well homie had his money hidden
Think it's making homie look good
But setting him up is what he did
I don't need your big eyed ass
Looking at what I'm doing
And I don't need your big mouth ass
Talking bout what I'm doing
Mind your bidness
I'm a professional at doing that
My name good in the hood
Can't let you pussy niggas ruin that
Ain't Z-Ro in that condo downtown
By the Toyota Center
All you do is gossip like a bitch bro
You are no beginner
Telling niggas I drop out twenty bands
On that grey van but Mr mcVey the only one
Need to know what's in Mr mcVey's hand
Lonely ass niggas
Trying to get me at the red light
They wanna follow me home
Cause you told em I got my bread right
Pillow talking with them bitches
Like girl I know Ro
Matter fact I sold him that Bentley
You seen the fo' do'
Pair of lips crossed out in a circle
Should be your logo
Ain't no listeners around here
No snitching allowed
Weren't you suppose to keep a secret
You gon' mention out loud
But, I bet ya be quiet
Right after you get your brains
Knocked out and shut up
Matter fact fake is a disease
Y'all need doctors if that's the case
I promise I ain't never had a cold
Real is healthy
Been like that since I was zero years old
Y'all niggas ain't real, y'all impostures
Matter fact fake is a disease
Y'all need doctors
You boys playing gangsta roles
Y'all deserve an Oscar
Soon as they handcuff ya
You telling em all about us
Talkative ass nigga
Won't you shut the fuck up
Every morning you say about thirty words
Before you get the fuck up
Talking bout I seen so and so
Counting a couple hundred thousand
And when so and so get robbed
You can blame it on all your mouthing
Go to Channel 2
Fill out an application be on the news crew
Cause doing that for free in these streets
Is what a damn fool do
Telling the wrong person
Well homie had his money hidden
Think it's making homie look good
But setting him up is what he did
I don't need your big eyed ass
Looking at what I'm doing
And I don't need your big mouth ass
Talking bout what I'm doing
Mind your bidness
I'm a professional at doing that
My name good in the hood
Can't let you pussy niggas ruin that
Ain't Z-Ro in that condo downtown
By the Toyota Center
All you do is gossip like a bitch bro
You are no beginner
Telling niggas I drop out twenty bands
On that grey van but Mr mcVey the only one
Need to know what's in Mr mcVey's hand
Lonely ass niggas
Trying to get me at the red light
They wanna follow me home
Cause you told em I got my bread right
Pillow talking with them bitches
Like girl I know Ro
Matter fact I sold him that Bentley
You seen the fo' do'
Pair of lips crossed out in a circle
Should be your logo
Ain't no listeners around here
No snitching allowed
Weren't you suppose to keep a secret
You gon' mention out loud
But, I bet ya be quiet
Right after you get your brains
Knocked out and shut up