Z-Ro - Under the Floor lyrics
[Z-Ro - Under the Floor lyrics]
Yo, Z-Ro the motherfucking Crooked, 2K1
This is dedicated to all them ho ass niggas
And then again
This is dedicated to all my real dogs
We gon get them niggas, you feel me
You weasel ass niggas
You snake in the grass ass niggas
Die slow nigga, feel the Z-Ro nigga
Huh, I reminisce about the past time
Me and Mafio in class putting together
To get our hands down
Destined to be a living legend
Spitting game on tracks
Now we popping it with the DJ Screw
They all want on wax
Now who that man, who that talking down
Nigga look at what you did to me
I'm about to lose my mind
I'm on a constant grind
Trying to shine like that boy 2Pac
Aggravated and I know I'm hated
So I roll with two Glocks
Never hesitate to put one of
These pussies in line
Cause, I'm tired of talking to my roll dogs
In the back of my mind
Another day another murder
Seeing another homie gone
Got me paranoid bout kin folk
Till I put something in they dome
What was once a Christian
Now I'll be living violently
Retaliation for my niggas moving silently
We SUC screwed Up Click, now boot up bitch
I'm ready for war, bout to suit up bitch
We sick of you bitches putting
Our niggas under the floor
So I came to let you know
We gon kill you hoes
Fa sho, ten inch barrel 3-57 be busting
Mean mugging
They cussing busting, busting, busting
Hey Mr fat to the Pat
How the fuck they gon act
Still living out your ghetto dreams
With hands on our strap
Why the fuck niggas be bombing on
Ghetto rap stars
Taking the lives of real g's
Straight bitches is what you are
As a superstar
Never be tricking my money on hoes
Affiliated with pimps
Pushers and basketball pros
I never be going up my nose
And plus I stopped puffing sherm
Automatic weapon up on my side
And aim as straight as a perm
My brains dripping
My ruger ripping from missing my dogs
That's why I'm sucking up the rap game
Cause I'm a hog poetically inclined
And get on the corner and grind
I'm about to let my light shine
Cause the henchman got attention of homie
Dying i'ma stop, drop, roll, on eighty fours
Keep my finger on the trigger
Cause I don't love you hoes so move around
All this tripping with yourself stressed out
Fuck around and click and make Z-Ro
Pull the black smith and wess out
We all in, steady breaking these boys off
Again and again pimping a pen
Living in sin trying to get dividends
Tired of being broke in this bitch
Kicking it with DJ Screw
Sipping drinking and smoking that shit
SS Impala blue over gray
My nigga didn't play
DVD and a cd looking at the SUC on TV
But now he's gone
He made me then he left me alone
At least my nigga didn't get taken out
By a shot to the dome
I got the call on the phone, from Den-Den
Nigga your ass just taken
But first let me tell you about your kin
We lost Eazy-E, P-A-C, BIG and Big Pun
That was a nigga that was close to me
Man this thug life ain't no fun
That's fucked up
What a black November my true
To life is outie put a sadness on the world
Cause the sun didn't shine
It stayed cloudy for three days
Tears running down my face like relays
Z-Ro the Crooked
The ghetto rap star that he made
This is dedicated to all them ho ass niggas
And then again
This is dedicated to all my real dogs
We gon get them niggas, you feel me
You weasel ass niggas
You snake in the grass ass niggas
Die slow nigga, feel the Z-Ro nigga
Huh, I reminisce about the past time
Me and Mafio in class putting together
To get our hands down
Destined to be a living legend
Spitting game on tracks
Now we popping it with the DJ Screw
They all want on wax
Now who that man, who that talking down
Nigga look at what you did to me
I'm about to lose my mind
I'm on a constant grind
Trying to shine like that boy 2Pac
Aggravated and I know I'm hated
So I roll with two Glocks
Never hesitate to put one of
These pussies in line
Cause, I'm tired of talking to my roll dogs
In the back of my mind
Another day another murder
Seeing another homie gone
Got me paranoid bout kin folk
Till I put something in they dome
What was once a Christian
Now I'll be living violently
Retaliation for my niggas moving silently
We SUC screwed Up Click, now boot up bitch
I'm ready for war, bout to suit up bitch
We sick of you bitches putting
Our niggas under the floor
So I came to let you know
We gon kill you hoes
Fa sho, ten inch barrel 3-57 be busting
Mean mugging
They cussing busting, busting, busting
Hey Mr fat to the Pat
How the fuck they gon act
Still living out your ghetto dreams
With hands on our strap
Why the fuck niggas be bombing on
Ghetto rap stars
Taking the lives of real g's
Straight bitches is what you are
As a superstar
Never be tricking my money on hoes
Affiliated with pimps
Pushers and basketball pros
I never be going up my nose
And plus I stopped puffing sherm
Automatic weapon up on my side
And aim as straight as a perm
My brains dripping
My ruger ripping from missing my dogs
That's why I'm sucking up the rap game
Cause I'm a hog poetically inclined
And get on the corner and grind
I'm about to let my light shine
Cause the henchman got attention of homie
Dying i'ma stop, drop, roll, on eighty fours
Keep my finger on the trigger
Cause I don't love you hoes so move around
All this tripping with yourself stressed out
Fuck around and click and make Z-Ro
Pull the black smith and wess out
We all in, steady breaking these boys off
Again and again pimping a pen
Living in sin trying to get dividends
Tired of being broke in this bitch
Kicking it with DJ Screw
Sipping drinking and smoking that shit
SS Impala blue over gray
My nigga didn't play
DVD and a cd looking at the SUC on TV
But now he's gone
He made me then he left me alone
At least my nigga didn't get taken out
By a shot to the dome
I got the call on the phone, from Den-Den
Nigga your ass just taken
But first let me tell you about your kin
We lost Eazy-E, P-A-C, BIG and Big Pun
That was a nigga that was close to me
Man this thug life ain't no fun
That's fucked up
What a black November my true
To life is outie put a sadness on the world
Cause the sun didn't shine
It stayed cloudy for three days
Tears running down my face like relays
Z-Ro the Crooked
The ghetto rap star that he made