a keep my gas in my tank Keep my money in my pocket I never leave it with hoes Put a ring on my own finger cause I sleep with Z-RO Homie I'ont giva fuck
Traduction: Z-Ro. Call My Phone.
(feat. Lucky Luciano, Z-Ro) [Chorus: Z-Ro] Catch me ridin' on them numbers Either four, five or six hundred Top down, lookin' for a head hunter If it
Verse 1: Z-Ro] Ha haaa... uhh I wake up early in tha evening around 5:30 or 6 my nextal phone beepin from all tha calls I miss Brush my grill until it
Every mornin' I wake up I start my day off wrong, Firin' up that kush before I even put my clothes on. Load my Glock .40 before I even wash my face, I
my old lady The one that's go gave 3 or4 of Z-ro's babies [Chorus:] Baby girl I'm used to the wrong woman Now I got my own woman She so good to me she
what I'm holdin' on I'll keep rolin chrome [Z-Ro:] Finally I'm in the mix, ridin' twenty-four's or twenty-six My neck and my wrist lite, with' out me
about you calling on my phone I fucks with the stripper versace on my zipper This the nigga Ro taper fade with the clipper I brought my partner for my
, aint got no friends, nigga remember how you treated Ro when Ro had no ends, that explains when you see me why I reach in my pants, pull out my pistol
call my own, different area codes popping up in my phone Prolly just another hoochie, searching for some sex It ain't got nothing to do with me, it's all about my
v[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:]
sixteen, my judgment was afreered And for my 18th birthday, they sent the blue wern I mean the blue warrant, my past pride's current While my attitude
on this mobile phone if it wasn't for my life style I'd sing another song [Verse 2] I wish that I was ridin around in a Bentley but maybe Z-Ro living
[Z-Ro] Say some people call me the Crooked, cause my mind ain't straight Leave niggaz leaning to the side, like they need a V8 I tried to be a changed
me watch ya tone, call the chief on the phone Bring the beef to your home, make you sleep under some stones Z-Ro the Crooked, but you faggots already know my
you made me fall in love again [Z-Ro - over Chorus] Okay Screwed Up Click Yeah [Z-Ro] Whenever you need a nigga call me up I'm on my way Sex or serious
