Z-Ro - Nigga From the Hood lyrics
[Z-Ro - Nigga From the Hood lyrics]
Too many niggas
Trying to take me off of my game
Just a nigga from the hood
That did a lil' somethin' good
Now they all, wanna jock my fame
But when I coming down, in my foreign
And I'm rolling one deep
That should tell you about me
I don't give a damn about, none of you hoes
I blast on sight
Cause I ain't tripping no mo'
You can't knock my hustle
Ain't no games gone be played
Peppin' haters a hundred miles away
Through 'Sace shades coming down one deep
I ain't gone stop and try to speak
I keep on rolling mean mugging
As I pull on a sweet
I gave the groove back to Stella
Because I knock down yellas
Keep a 4 for myself
And a 4-4 for the jealous
Cause them boys be scoping
Intoxicated and hoping
That they run up on Z-Ro
I leave they flesh wide open
Let them take me for what
Cause I'd be damned if I slip
Baretta beam in the club
Same thang on my hip another case like that
If you don't think I bring hat
Run on up and I'ma bust
And flip your brain like crack
Nothing but dollars we clock
Show after show we gon rock
Pimping hoes in the five double O
And baby mamas gon jock
What the fuck is the deal
Somebody pass me the kill
Rubatussin and marijuana, with Tylenol pills
Don't let a snitch see my dope
Cause the snitches gon squeel
If they play with my freedom
You know a coffin gon fill
Niggas be working with laws
I'm gon work on they jaws
Putting snitches in ditches
Cause I know they be tal'n bout
Every move that I make
That's why I be solo when I bake
Cooking up in the kitchen
Come up with a ounce with no flakes
For goodness sake get back
Before my finger start itching
Better believe when I relieve my stress
You might come up missing
I don't be kissing no ass
Take a hit and dump the ash
I'ma chop on 20's
With sparkling oak on my dash
I'm too low to descirbe
Out the Screwed Up tribe
Read about it in the Source
Murda Dog and the Vibe
Remember back in '94
They use to laugh at me baby
Now it's year two triple O
Broads be after me baby
Can you recall when I was walking
Now I hide behind tint
Cause being in a drop with a Escallade
I know you want to know where I went
I got a bitch named Lucy
For me she sell her coochie
Fly to Japan and China for lunch
When I feel like sushi
Sin to the day we fall
We ball out of control
Everyday at my low key location
Hoes fall out of they clothes
Range Rovers and Hummers, 45 Glock gunner
Plus I'm a pen pimping veteran
Smelling plex among new comers
How you love a platinum plaque
That means I'm already gold
It ain't no joke I'm in the sto'
Five hundred thousand already sold
I'm throwed off in the mind
Mic and producer and booms no
Reap in the wine smoke to relax my mind
Red hair skunk or lemon lime
Fuck a neuse a nigga might go thet there
To the po-po why pop it
Giving out my phone number on the daily
Cause it won't hurt my pocket
Man what's the god damn deal
Southside Northside Eastside Westside
It's your boy Z-Ro
Knocking down the door in year two triple O
SUC for life, Screw-U it's for you baby
Heavy Weighters, my nigga Toon, R-O
Big M-O-E z to the Ro
Geurilla Maab affiliated know what I'm saying
Putting it down
New millennium it's ours get that baby
Trying to take me off of my game
Just a nigga from the hood
That did a lil' somethin' good
Now they all, wanna jock my fame
But when I coming down, in my foreign
And I'm rolling one deep
That should tell you about me
I don't give a damn about, none of you hoes
I blast on sight
Cause I ain't tripping no mo'
You can't knock my hustle
Ain't no games gone be played
Peppin' haters a hundred miles away
Through 'Sace shades coming down one deep
I ain't gone stop and try to speak
I keep on rolling mean mugging
As I pull on a sweet
I gave the groove back to Stella
Because I knock down yellas
Keep a 4 for myself
And a 4-4 for the jealous
Cause them boys be scoping
Intoxicated and hoping
That they run up on Z-Ro
I leave they flesh wide open
Let them take me for what
Cause I'd be damned if I slip
Baretta beam in the club
Same thang on my hip another case like that
If you don't think I bring hat
Run on up and I'ma bust
And flip your brain like crack
Nothing but dollars we clock
Show after show we gon rock
Pimping hoes in the five double O
And baby mamas gon jock
What the fuck is the deal
Somebody pass me the kill
Rubatussin and marijuana, with Tylenol pills
Don't let a snitch see my dope
Cause the snitches gon squeel
If they play with my freedom
You know a coffin gon fill
Niggas be working with laws
I'm gon work on they jaws
Putting snitches in ditches
Cause I know they be tal'n bout
Every move that I make
That's why I be solo when I bake
Cooking up in the kitchen
Come up with a ounce with no flakes
For goodness sake get back
Before my finger start itching
Better believe when I relieve my stress
You might come up missing
I don't be kissing no ass
Take a hit and dump the ash
I'ma chop on 20's
With sparkling oak on my dash
I'm too low to descirbe
Out the Screwed Up tribe
Read about it in the Source
Murda Dog and the Vibe
Remember back in '94
They use to laugh at me baby
Now it's year two triple O
Broads be after me baby
Can you recall when I was walking
Now I hide behind tint
Cause being in a drop with a Escallade
I know you want to know where I went
I got a bitch named Lucy
For me she sell her coochie
Fly to Japan and China for lunch
When I feel like sushi
Sin to the day we fall
We ball out of control
Everyday at my low key location
Hoes fall out of they clothes
Range Rovers and Hummers, 45 Glock gunner
Plus I'm a pen pimping veteran
Smelling plex among new comers
How you love a platinum plaque
That means I'm already gold
It ain't no joke I'm in the sto'
Five hundred thousand already sold
I'm throwed off in the mind
Mic and producer and booms no
Reap in the wine smoke to relax my mind
Red hair skunk or lemon lime
Fuck a neuse a nigga might go thet there
To the po-po why pop it
Giving out my phone number on the daily
Cause it won't hurt my pocket
Man what's the god damn deal
Southside Northside Eastside Westside
It's your boy Z-Ro
Knocking down the door in year two triple O
SUC for life, Screw-U it's for you baby
Heavy Weighters, my nigga Toon, R-O
Big M-O-E z to the Ro
Geurilla Maab affiliated know what I'm saying
Putting it down
New millennium it's ours get that baby