flashes across my eyes Here and there happy said, oh Lord it's got to make it rhyme Nothing much to tell you but there's so much on my mind Guess I'll
Traduction: Roi X. Talk To You.
Jagged Edge) [Fabolous talking] Fabolous, Jagged Edge, don't be fool, I'd rather have you ma' Than everything, I'd give it all, just for you, yeah You
that last name what's happnin? Cause you look so good Tell me why you wanna work here? I put you on the front page of a king magazine, but you gon get
fork up your ass! you can talk, you can talk, you can talk, you're brave now, motherfucker! who's loud talking? the nigger! he's a nigger! he's a nigger
fork up your ass! You can talk, you can talk, you can talk, you're brave now, motherfucker! Who's loud talking? The nigger! He's a nigger! He's a nigger
Waka flocka Flame dis da intro mothafucker I'm scared of a lot of things but I got no fear (flocka) Fear get you killed that's why I'm still standing
you know what I'm talking about And that's Real Talk 25 Lighters on my dresser yes sir Got a bad black bitch that drives a black inpressor You know
bulletproof up underneath Den Den you ain't no Crip nigga you's a bitch, cause you won't come to me Talk that shit in my face, you been talking behind
's why I'm praying everyday, when I wake up I look around, God blessed me with great stuff [Hook: x2] (A lovely daaaay), it's a lovely day A lovely day
K and the calico Catch bag for the A-R, wet up your whole car You talking like you want it, but you really don't want war It's reg baby, in battlefield
[talking:] King of the Ghetto, Z-Ro the Crooked that's me King of the Ghetto Entertainment, Rap-A-Lot Dean's List know I'm saying, that's what I ride
T-X, you better pray or be X'd They don't play you'll be next, you better raise your protection Yes son, and just to see another day it's a blessing
s a guarantee I'ma do it, until I see me deceased Now if you do some hoe shit in front of me, I'ma let you know And if it hurts you to hear it, don't
till it's over But I travel with no passengers, you can't ride if you ain't doja I don't even trust myself, so where you think you stand with me Fuck
[talking:] What's up lil' mama, they call me Z-Ro the Crooked King of Da Ghetto, know I'm saying You wanna be the queen, let me holla at ya [Z-Ro:] You
n I'm the king like Tarzan, but minus swinging on a vine We swanging on 84's, and chopping in a line Houston Texas, the origin of baller's paradise It's