Mo City Don
****, Z-Ro the
Crooked, I know y'all
Been waiting on this here, yeah ****
R.I.P. Big
Mello, Screw,
Mafio, Big
Boo, Gator
All the fallen soldiers man,
Southside
Eastside,
Westside,
Northside, know
I'm saying
All my partnas, all your dead partnas
But ****,
I still feel stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, while these hoe ****** be doing what
They be doing,
I don't know though, **** **** it
We gon stay two deep in a fo' do' [Z-Ro]
Slow Loud
And Bangin', all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk,
I ain't never been a punk
I blow on skunk,
I blow on doja
Military minded,
I'm a **********ing soldier
Out the streets, of the
Ridgemont 4
Not no *****, and say
I still ain't a hoe
Letting ****** know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen, and
I get my point clear
Why ****** wanna talk down,
I don't know
Gotta take a trip to
Akapoko, from the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, when
I ride Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box
And I'm gone, ***** old glory
I'm H-Town to
Cali, just like
Robert Ory
If I do a murder, flee the murder scene
No missing shortage on the drank,
I can't find no lean
From Southwest to
Southfese, ***** it's about war not bout peace
***** like me,
I'm bout knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying,
I'll loose your grill
A ***** coming down, in the
Coupe Deville
Looking gravy, looking real throwed
I'ma be the *****, pulling over at the ****ing cross road
With my K on my side,
I'm ready to ride
And if I gotta go, it'll be a homicide
Me and another *****, on the way to the
Golden Gate
A ***** like me, can't wait
Just to make it, to another day
Gotta get the big pay off, so get the **** out my way
When I come around your corner, so slow
It'll be the *****, in the damn
Polo It's the rap lawing, jackers ain't barring
Why I skipped the slab, when
I went straight to foreign
Said it like
I said it, in the old school
Some ****** they be red, but
Z-Ro blue
I come around your corner, but
I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet ****** and wet women
With the calico,
I had to let a ************ know
That I come around your corner, in a
Lincoln four do'
A fox photo, cause
I do it in a flash
***** watch out, cause that could be your ass
I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong
I flicks my bar, sip then
I swoll on
Get on, the **********ing bench
And when the laws hit the corner,
I hit the fence
They wonder where
I went, they keep looking
I don't give a ****, like
Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe like
Lenox, I'm strong to the finish
I'm like the ghetto
Popeye, but
I don't need spinach
I'ma keep going,
I keep on flowing just like the
Nile Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime
I smile Look and load a, ***** ashtray
Everytime he smile, he can turn the night to day
You can open up the pop, and let the smoke come out
We don't give a damn, bout a crooked ass cop
Crooked officer, crooked officer
Make a ***** wanna blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my **********ing brother
R.I.P., to my **********ing mother
That's the
Dorothy Marie
McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted, in my **********ing shoe
I gotta be a man, hope you understand
There's nothing but the work, and the calico in my hand
On a corner on the
Ridgevan, and
I'm serving a fiend
A real live
B-Boy, and you know what
I mean I be stacking up chips, like
Lego Dark on a pump, just like
Calvin Kato
Loosen to the rocket, a four-peat like
Comets I don't give a ****, good punch a ***** ***** make him vomit
On the grind,
I'ma take a trip on
Greyhound
I be flying on a plane, but the **** is on the ground
Headed to
Lake Charles, or headed to
Lafayette
Maybe off in
Alexandria, but
I ain't finished yet
I gotta make a hoe
I-10, I sin
Then I, do it again
I get my ends,
I'm in my **********ing
Benz-e Got these hoes running round, in a friendse
I be busting full clips, till they empty
A piece of potent *****, might tempt me
Rain is trying to send me, to the
Penitentiary
The main reason why,
I ain't friendly
I'm wired up, but
I ain't on no damn slaughter
Dejaun in the back, and he got the camcorder
Recording everything, the 4's gon swang
Still pulling up, on
Fondren and the
Main Looking lovely, got to look good
I throw up
Ridgemont 4, cause that's my hood
Never been a hoe,
I'm letting hoes know
I gotta get a ****ing
P-L-A-T, but first a
G-O L-D, a **********ing plack
I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a ***** from the back
And I use my, **********ing tool
Make her say ouch, when
I hit her with the mule
Mo City DonLRC歌词
****, Z-Ro the
Crooked, I know y'all
Been waiting on this here, yeah ****
R.I.P. Big
Mello, Screw,
Mafio, Big
Boo, Gator
All the fallen soldiers man,
Southside
Eastside,
Westside,
Northside, know
I'm saying
All my partnas, all your dead partnas
But ****,
I still feel stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, while these hoe ****** be doing what
They be doing,
I don't know though, **** **** it
We gon stay two deep in a fo' do' [Z-Ro]
Slow Loud
And Bangin', all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk,
I ain't never been a punk
I blow on skunk,
I blow on doja
Military minded,
I'm a **********ing soldier
Out the streets, of the
Ridgemont 4
Not no *****, and say
I still ain't a hoe
Letting ****** know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen, and
I get my point clear
Why ****** wanna talk down,
I don't know
Gotta take a trip to
Akapoko, from the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, when
I ride Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box
And I'm gone, ***** old glory
I'm H-Town to
Cali, just like
Robert Ory
If I do a murder, flee the murder scene
No missing shortage on the drank,
I can't find no lean
From Southwest to
Southfese, ***** it's about war not bout peace
***** like me,
I'm bout knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying,
I'll loose your grill
A ***** coming down, in the
Coupe Deville
Looking gravy, looking real throwed
I'ma be the *****, pulling over at the ****ing cross road
With my K on my side,
I'm ready to ride
And if I gotta go, it'll be a homicide
Me and another *****, on the way to the
Golden Gate
A ***** like me, can't wait
Just to make it, to another day
Gotta get the big pay off, so get the **** out my way
When I come around your corner, so slow
It'll be the *****, in the damn
Polo It's the rap lawing, jackers ain't barring
Why I skipped the slab, when
I went straight to foreign
Said it like
I said it, in the old school
Some ****** they be red, but
Z-Ro blue
I come around your corner, but
I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet ****** and wet women
With the calico,
I had to let a ************ know
That I come around your corner, in a
Lincoln four do'
A fox photo, cause
I do it in a flash
***** watch out, cause that could be your ass
I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong
I flicks my bar, sip then
I swoll on
Get on, the **********ing bench
And when the laws hit the corner,
I hit the fence
They wonder where
I went, they keep looking
I don't give a ****, like
Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe like
Lenox, I'm strong to the finish
I'm like the ghetto
Popeye, but
I don't need spinach
I'ma keep going,
I keep on flowing just like the
Nile Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime
I smile Look and load a, ***** ashtray
Everytime he smile, he can turn the night to day
You can open up the pop, and let the smoke come out
We don't give a damn, bout a crooked ass cop
Crooked officer, crooked officer
Make a ***** wanna blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my **********ing brother
R.I.P., to my **********ing mother
That's the
Dorothy Marie
McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted, in my **********ing shoe
I gotta be a man, hope you understand
There's nothing but the work, and the calico in my hand
On a corner on the
Ridgevan, and
I'm serving a fiend
A real live
B-Boy, and you know what
I mean I be stacking up chips, like
Lego Dark on a pump, just like
Calvin Kato
Loosen to the rocket, a four-peat like
Comets I don't give a ****, good punch a ***** ***** make him vomit
On the grind,
I'ma take a trip on
Greyhound
I be flying on a plane, but the **** is on the ground
Headed to
Lake Charles, or headed to
Lafayette
Maybe off in
Alexandria, but
I ain't finished yet
I gotta make a hoe
I-10, I sin
Then I, do it again
I get my ends,
I'm in my **********ing
Benz-e Got these hoes running round, in a friendse
I be busting full clips, till they empty
A piece of potent *****, might tempt me
Rain is trying to send me, to the
Penitentiary
The main reason why,
I ain't friendly
I'm wired up, but
I ain't on no damn slaughter
Dejaun in the back, and he got the camcorder
Recording everything, the 4's gon swang
Still pulling up, on
Fondren and the
Main Looking lovely, got to look good
I throw up
Ridgemont 4, cause that's my hood
Never been a hoe,
I'm letting hoes know
I gotta get a ****ing
P-L-A-T, but first a
G-O L-D, a **********ing plack
I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a ***** from the back
And I use my, **********ing tool
Make her say ouch, when
I hit her with the mule
