Z-Ro - Mirror, Mirror on the Wall lyrics
[Z-Ro - Mirror, Mirror on the Wall lyrics]
Let my coedine settle
And have a toast one time
Multiplications on my digit's
Come up over some time 3-57 in my spine
They can't hold me like Kobe Bryant
Powered up
Popping tulips and clovers and stop signs
Taylor made
Gucci looking like a million bucks
Neck full of gold baggets, and trillion cuts
I reside on cuts
Cause having money is a must
Give me the issue or get touched
The scuffling up
Fuck with the raw like a cut
Cause I hit too hard
Radio stations don't play
Cause I spit too hard
I know they hate me everyday
And I ain't quit so far
But, if you cross the line
AK is gone hit your car
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the throwdest of them all
Cause you know my name, it's Z-Ro the Crooked
Z-Ro the Mo City Don
It ain't over it just begun
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the throwdest of them all
Cause you know my name
It's Z-Ro represent the third coast
Let my codeine settle, and have a toast
I'm a guerilla that's after the scrilla
I cock Glocks i'm the top knotch
Body armored like Shaq done blocked shots
Dropping cops cause they crooked
I'm the law now
Posted on the corner, selling raw now
Looking for them people, keep an open eye
And if I see the jackers
Never hesitate I gotta open fire
Active like a live wire
Retalliation is a must
Rock and buy these bezzels, and then I bust
Geniva watch, telling me it's time to ball
Get in the line till I make it to the front
And then it's time to fall
But, if I ever fall off
Just fall back behind the scene take seven
Catch me up in sitcoms and big screens
When I roll, I roll one deep
I never stop wrecking, these H Town streets
And ain't nobody holding me down I'm a roll
I'm rolling
If you didn't know Southside still holding
Folding big lemon faces
Got real money cause I catch cases
Sipping on skeet tastes
And I'ma lean in private or public places
Milicated refreshness, keep my mind at ease
Trying to reach another level
Keep me climbing trees
Coming smoke out my nose
Bald faded minus before keep it gangsta
Got groupie hoes striking a pose
But see they ain't getting chose
Or catch me tipping my dob
I need a independent thug chick
Launder money and drug shit
I'm the boss hog
Ain't nobody hogging me over harder
Soft then I'm off, in the funk in my roller
And have a toast one time
Multiplications on my digit's
Come up over some time 3-57 in my spine
They can't hold me like Kobe Bryant
Powered up
Popping tulips and clovers and stop signs
Taylor made
Gucci looking like a million bucks
Neck full of gold baggets, and trillion cuts
I reside on cuts
Cause having money is a must
Give me the issue or get touched
The scuffling up
Fuck with the raw like a cut
Cause I hit too hard
Radio stations don't play
Cause I spit too hard
I know they hate me everyday
And I ain't quit so far
But, if you cross the line
AK is gone hit your car
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the throwdest of them all
Cause you know my name, it's Z-Ro the Crooked
Z-Ro the Mo City Don
It ain't over it just begun
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the throwdest of them all
Cause you know my name
It's Z-Ro represent the third coast
Let my codeine settle, and have a toast
I'm a guerilla that's after the scrilla
I cock Glocks i'm the top knotch
Body armored like Shaq done blocked shots
Dropping cops cause they crooked
I'm the law now
Posted on the corner, selling raw now
Looking for them people, keep an open eye
And if I see the jackers
Never hesitate I gotta open fire
Active like a live wire
Retalliation is a must
Rock and buy these bezzels, and then I bust
Geniva watch, telling me it's time to ball
Get in the line till I make it to the front
And then it's time to fall
But, if I ever fall off
Just fall back behind the scene take seven
Catch me up in sitcoms and big screens
When I roll, I roll one deep
I never stop wrecking, these H Town streets
And ain't nobody holding me down I'm a roll
I'm rolling
If you didn't know Southside still holding
Folding big lemon faces
Got real money cause I catch cases
Sipping on skeet tastes
And I'ma lean in private or public places
Milicated refreshness, keep my mind at ease
Trying to reach another level
Keep me climbing trees
Coming smoke out my nose
Bald faded minus before keep it gangsta
Got groupie hoes striking a pose
But see they ain't getting chose
Or catch me tipping my dob
I need a independent thug chick
Launder money and drug shit
I'm the boss hog
Ain't nobody hogging me over harder
Soft then I'm off, in the funk in my roller