Z-Ro - Passenger Side lyrics
[Z-Ro - Passenger Side lyrics]
Motherfucking Z-Ro, tired of this
Motherfucking passenger side man
When I'ma drive
Living in the passenger side
I want to be the driver
But I continue to ride
Will the game recognize me as the best
I go from home to the dome
If I'm the king why they
Don't give me my throne
Living in the passenger side, a way of life
We're in cheves today
Because the murderers pay tonight
They tell me I'm a profit
When I'm pimping my pen
But my immediate surrounders got
Me living in sin
I put my faith in a
Fifty dollar bottle of drink
Using my focus choking smash on
The throttle and thank
The lord
For giving me another way to get paid
King of the motherfucking ghetto where
These guns get sprayed
Whether I'm fucking with a bitch
I'm breaking benz see lunch
But it's either that or you can't
Point us casualties when we dump
Street pain is a motherfucker guard
Me without a dot
It's like a murder scene without a victims hotter,?selmzyne?
Like my face can't place at
The scene of the crime
Multiple shots never saw me but saw
The beam of my nine
So rather living as a thug until
They give me my credit
Cause I'm the throwdest baby
Don't you forget it
Meanwhile
Living in the passenger side
I want to to push a 6 double O
But poverty refuse to let me drive
I wonder why drug dealers
And killers live plush
Hoping niggas have a tendency to give up
Do I have to sell my soul
Forever living in sin
But is that the price I got to pay
To take a spin in the benz
I'd rather stay a poor nigga
Cause the fire gone burn
No hesitation through my dirt and
Then my tires gone turn
See I'm living on the passenger side
Visualize
I'm coming bombing a condo
With black lacquer inside
Took a long time coming
But I'm finally made
I wait for me and my niggas
And now we finally paid
Yeah life is gravy
But I want right to the throne
Cause rather reggae
R&B or rap I write to the song
Oh jiggy bitches ain't nothing to me
I slap them down
Real niggas move around cause it
Ain't nothing to see
Living in the passenger side
I've been incarcerated
Plenty of times
Never once did they let me slide
I guess it's because of the dark skin I have
Ain't no telling when I release the
Black Mac 10 I have
Is it a hundred mile motherfucking animal
Gasoline around your residence
Cause it's flammable
Genocide, I get banned on that
I stand on that
You'll catch me by surprise baby
Cause I planned on that
And even worse than that, to make me feel low
My black skin is a murdering
Bust the fucking door
Now if I had three wishes
What would be the first
To bring back all my people that
Done rolled in a hears
Say hello to my mother we up in paradise
Well reality is full of leaches and parasites
I keep it real with the game
So I report what I see
And tell the chairs of the passenger
Plus the driver seat nigga
2k1, motherfucking Z-Ro the Crooked
Thou can't stop me nigga
Motherfucking energizer, feel that
SUC for life, south sive for live, uh
Motherfucking passenger side man
When I'ma drive
Living in the passenger side
I want to be the driver
But I continue to ride
Will the game recognize me as the best
I go from home to the dome
If I'm the king why they
Don't give me my throne
Living in the passenger side, a way of life
We're in cheves today
Because the murderers pay tonight
They tell me I'm a profit
When I'm pimping my pen
But my immediate surrounders got
Me living in sin
I put my faith in a
Fifty dollar bottle of drink
Using my focus choking smash on
The throttle and thank
The lord
For giving me another way to get paid
King of the motherfucking ghetto where
These guns get sprayed
Whether I'm fucking with a bitch
I'm breaking benz see lunch
But it's either that or you can't
Point us casualties when we dump
Street pain is a motherfucker guard
Me without a dot
It's like a murder scene without a victims hotter,?selmzyne?
Like my face can't place at
The scene of the crime
Multiple shots never saw me but saw
The beam of my nine
So rather living as a thug until
They give me my credit
Cause I'm the throwdest baby
Don't you forget it
Meanwhile
Living in the passenger side
I want to to push a 6 double O
But poverty refuse to let me drive
I wonder why drug dealers
And killers live plush
Hoping niggas have a tendency to give up
Do I have to sell my soul
Forever living in sin
But is that the price I got to pay
To take a spin in the benz
I'd rather stay a poor nigga
Cause the fire gone burn
No hesitation through my dirt and
Then my tires gone turn
See I'm living on the passenger side
Visualize
I'm coming bombing a condo
With black lacquer inside
Took a long time coming
But I'm finally made
I wait for me and my niggas
And now we finally paid
Yeah life is gravy
But I want right to the throne
Cause rather reggae
R&B or rap I write to the song
Oh jiggy bitches ain't nothing to me
I slap them down
Real niggas move around cause it
Ain't nothing to see
Living in the passenger side
I've been incarcerated
Plenty of times
Never once did they let me slide
I guess it's because of the dark skin I have
Ain't no telling when I release the
Black Mac 10 I have
Is it a hundred mile motherfucking animal
Gasoline around your residence
Cause it's flammable
Genocide, I get banned on that
I stand on that
You'll catch me by surprise baby
Cause I planned on that
And even worse than that, to make me feel low
My black skin is a murdering
Bust the fucking door
Now if I had three wishes
What would be the first
To bring back all my people that
Done rolled in a hears
Say hello to my mother we up in paradise
Well reality is full of leaches and parasites
I keep it real with the game
So I report what I see
And tell the chairs of the passenger
Plus the driver seat nigga
2k1, motherfucking Z-Ro the Crooked
Thou can't stop me nigga
Motherfucking energizer, feel that
SUC for life, south sive for live, uh