Z-Ro - Ride All Day lyrics
[Z-Ro - Ride All Day lyrics]
Now you might catch me bobbing my head
But you will not catch me dancing
You might catch me getting at a broad
But you will not catch me romancing
One of the finest emcees
Out of Houston Texas, from the South end
Where everyday one of my people
Lays down in a coffin
Yeah it's a lot of playa haters
Lip boxing homie
They don't wanna see me squeezing it
Until the empty clips dropping homie
So accurate with my aim
You best repent for your sins
My gun cocking is a reminder
That your life is bad at ten
Though, I don't wanna hurt nobody
I will not hesitate, to put fo' in your body
Don't get it twisted
I don't be rapping about smacking
Fellas to sell cd's
I'mma really lay my hands on somebody
Forget a MP3 this is real life
Secluded from society but this is still life
Trying to go from thinking about it
To definitely I will life
After I save myself
I'll be in a position where I can give life
Thanking Jesus, cause we wouldn't be here if
He didn't give his life
Ride all day, ride all night
Can't figure out to stay out of county
But to keep my head right
Got my name in candy blue letters
Between my headlights
Z-Ro the Crooked the Mo City Don
He's all about bread right
I ride all day, just me and a fat sack
In case I'm spotted by jackers
I got my black backpack
With the black mack in it
Give me fifty feet or have your hat dented
I just need a whole lot of, leave me alone
Bending corners in the Crentley
Dripping paint on the streets
I'm getting paid
Everytime I put my pain on a beat
Sitting on top of 22 inches
Glassed up ain't nothing like the fast bucks
That's how I keep, good kush weed in a bone
These spreds longs, tend to act so-so
Just like a brother can't get no love
When his do' low me and my brothers
We do the best that we can
While trying to give y'all the world
But all we got is two hands
Tell me why when a hustler get locked up
Or take a major loss
The same woman that was down like fo' flats
Will tell him to step off
That's why I roll, solo
Hell naw you can't get in with me
Cause I don't need no help smoking this do do
These days, everytime I ride by
From shining so hard
I can be spotted by the blind eye
But, I'm not capping
Just informing y'all that I'm doing
Rather well from rapping
Although my records never made it gold
Or made it platinum but, I got a lot of ice
A couple cars and a couple spots
I don't go to jail no mo'
Cause my payroll includes a couple cops
So am I riding dirty
I think y'all already know
Hydrolic stash spot
Is a guarantee the laws gon let me go
I'mma keep on rolling around
And rolling up this good
Z-Ro in love with Mo City
And needs no help holding up his hood
Matter fact I'm one deep, till I see my grave
But, I'm trying to stick around long enough
To see my daughter grown up and paid
Besides, I don't need nobody calling Sandra
Or Dorothy Mathews
About me and this bad news that's why
I'mma hide behind the limosine tint
Bending corners with plenty kush
And coedine getting bent
But you will not catch me dancing
You might catch me getting at a broad
But you will not catch me romancing
One of the finest emcees
Out of Houston Texas, from the South end
Where everyday one of my people
Lays down in a coffin
Yeah it's a lot of playa haters
Lip boxing homie
They don't wanna see me squeezing it
Until the empty clips dropping homie
So accurate with my aim
You best repent for your sins
My gun cocking is a reminder
That your life is bad at ten
Though, I don't wanna hurt nobody
I will not hesitate, to put fo' in your body
Don't get it twisted
I don't be rapping about smacking
Fellas to sell cd's
I'mma really lay my hands on somebody
Forget a MP3 this is real life
Secluded from society but this is still life
Trying to go from thinking about it
To definitely I will life
After I save myself
I'll be in a position where I can give life
Thanking Jesus, cause we wouldn't be here if
He didn't give his life
Ride all day, ride all night
Can't figure out to stay out of county
But to keep my head right
Got my name in candy blue letters
Between my headlights
Z-Ro the Crooked the Mo City Don
He's all about bread right
I ride all day, just me and a fat sack
In case I'm spotted by jackers
I got my black backpack
With the black mack in it
Give me fifty feet or have your hat dented
I just need a whole lot of, leave me alone
Bending corners in the Crentley
Dripping paint on the streets
I'm getting paid
Everytime I put my pain on a beat
Sitting on top of 22 inches
Glassed up ain't nothing like the fast bucks
That's how I keep, good kush weed in a bone
These spreds longs, tend to act so-so
Just like a brother can't get no love
When his do' low me and my brothers
We do the best that we can
While trying to give y'all the world
But all we got is two hands
Tell me why when a hustler get locked up
Or take a major loss
The same woman that was down like fo' flats
Will tell him to step off
That's why I roll, solo
Hell naw you can't get in with me
Cause I don't need no help smoking this do do
These days, everytime I ride by
From shining so hard
I can be spotted by the blind eye
But, I'm not capping
Just informing y'all that I'm doing
Rather well from rapping
Although my records never made it gold
Or made it platinum but, I got a lot of ice
A couple cars and a couple spots
I don't go to jail no mo'
Cause my payroll includes a couple cops
So am I riding dirty
I think y'all already know
Hydrolic stash spot
Is a guarantee the laws gon let me go
I'mma keep on rolling around
And rolling up this good
Z-Ro in love with Mo City
And needs no help holding up his hood
Matter fact I'm one deep, till I see my grave
But, I'm trying to stick around long enough
To see my daughter grown up and paid
Besides, I don't need nobody calling Sandra
Or Dorothy Mathews
About me and this bad news that's why
I'mma hide behind the limosine tint
Bending corners with plenty kush
And coedine getting bent