Z-Ro, Mike D - Jaccers Wanna Know lyrics

When I'm rolling chrome
You can get one in your dome
Bitch nigga, your cover is blown

I got the cut dog sitting low
Outside front do'
This how a Texas boy, ride on 84's
Yeah, I'm the whole pint sipper
Candy paint tipper, plus wood grain gripper
Hit downtown, and squash all the plex
They like damn
There's Z-Ro and Mike D and T-Rex
It's welcome to H Town, it's 3rd Ward talking
When the hog go to the barking
Y'all niggas know to park it
All that extra etcetera
Y'all don't want no problem
This thang under my waist
Came here to solve it
A nigga jack me, I'll jack you back
Cause it's a must I roll Lac
With the fifth in the back
Hear them old school playing
With a whole bunch of money
Still do it in these streets
Like I'm young and just start coming
The Black Victor new mayn
Straight out of Screwston rolling on chrome
Tell them haters bring it on Ro

Jackers wanna know, what I'm holding on
When I'm rolling chrome
You can get one, in your dome
Bitch nigga, your cover is blown

Now whenever I'm seen in the city
I'm looking so grown
Either the Crentley or the van
I'm on top of something so chrome
Candy blue paint on my car
Candy blue paint on my van
I know it look like diamonds
On the steering wheel, but they on my hand
Just look at my piece and chain
Ain't this proof that I'm having thangs
But dude I tell ya back up
And with the mac soon as you snatch it mayn
End up just like Showtyme
He got robbed bout three or fo' times
Bling-blinging ain't for everybody baby
But Ro gon' shine
Pardon me if you don't mind
Mo City my stomp ground
Use to call us pretty niggas
Until we started leaving chalk outlines
Tote big pistols and walk round
And seek out those who talk down
Run up in em like a dildo
Then spray the place lay the law down
Ain't none of my riches come for free
I broke my back to make it
And since my spine still hurting
I'll be damned if anybody's taking
Anything I worked hard fo'
When I slaved over the stove
What you see me with go
Inside the box with me, fuck you hoes ah ha

I bought a Cadillac
Dropped it on the street top
Think it was '88 I start slanging crack rock
Yeah same year, was the birth of Corleone
Caught me sliding up Main
By Camroe on chrome
Grill under my woman, see me when I'm coming
Looking for you haters, with my 18's humming
I was crawling hurting, breaking up the strip
Chrome 84's, hell yeah they been dipped nigga

A message to anybody
In a candy coated fo' do'
Fucking with a fast food drive through
Is a no no get done like Kane did ol' boy
In that Mustang in Menace I I Society
Die or give it up quietly hold what you got
Gon' bring them 84's out a lot
Jackers'll find out where you lay your head
And be at your spot
That's why my pistol be in my lap
When I be rolling
It's not playa to leave home rolling
And come back strolling