the rabbit and turtle, see it's a long race You get to shaking and moving, working and hurting You slapping it up and you bruising, and girl it's curtains
your mind Southside I bring it to you live, so please don't underestimate me Or my niggaz Trae, Dougie D and Z-Ro sing the hook for me [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] Who could it
me gangstas Smoking that sticky you get pissy, riding spinners Tires glimmer the prize in our eyes, nigga ride with us Nom and Z-Ro like when Tino and
by the roof, yelling out what it do for you my nigga Wrecking the microphone till ten and, keeping it crunk for you already And the plan to get the lab
you Fuck around and touch your brain I ball with a mug Z-Ro gone shine for you I call the shot, cause I cop the clock everytime it get hot I drop the
crunk at all times Al-D and Z-Ro, and the S.U.C. is still in effect Screw you resting in peace, and they still on yo motherfucking dick [Z-Ro] Candy
feet to the dip, dropping tops Till the playa get a hit, to the drink to the brain get me crunk Get a boost can't tougher shit, city of killas and it get
(*talking*) Oh (oh), oh (oh) this what the streets been asking fa The real Kings, Lil' Flip and Z-Ro ha-ha-ha Clover G'z and Rap-A-Lot, different labels
coming your way Watch what you say, cause fucking with the Screwed Up Click You'll get hit and we'll make it, to be on your way [Trae] It's automatic
we wrecking the radio We cooking the airwaves to Don and Z-Ro [Z-Ro] Too many haters be offending me I'm not gone let them get to me, Z-Ro forever meant
get it crunk Bitch you know,I get-you know I get,you know I get it crunk Bitch you know,I get-you know I get,you know I get it crunk [Verse 4-Z Ro]
me sit sideways, cause I'm steady comin'. Big poke throwin' that ball, And it's comin, I'm a gonna catch it. I'm a gonna wretch it. Fuck it tonight [
sit sideways, cause I'm steady comin'. Big poke throwin' that ball, And it's comin, I'm a gonna catch it. I'm a gonna wretch it. Fuck it tonight [Chorus
I know she gon grind, pumping it punking until she crying But it ain't no commitment I'm out the do', Z-Ro the Crooked out Ridgemont 4 Not no punk and
, I'm chilling with thugs Sipping on mud, trying to keep my head long from slugs Guerilla Maab on the rise, and we keeping it crunk [Trae] It was all
the way it's suppose to be Then faking the fame, and trying to be somebody else Of royalty, because it ain't my name [Hook: Peaches & Z-Ro (Z-Ro)] Too
Fucking with deadly can mash, it's Guerilla Maab we ain't had How a playa does it I is, I put that up on my kids Z-Ro and Trae in the mix, with G.I.N.