loose my miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind I gotta staay on my griiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ii iiiiiiiiind... I'm gon be hustlen till I loose my miiiiiiiiiiiiind... till I loose my miiiii iii iiiiiiind [Verse 2: Z-Ro
them J's done kept on chopping (??)on some big O's, keepin fiends lit (??)like pillows I eat on the block, and sleep on the block, then I retreat on my
Traduction: Z-Ro. On My Grind.
life right with God, then if you want war let's go to war! It be a bunch of drama on my block, my partner accidently shot his mama on my block! Tryin
t got it like you do Boss. [Z-Ro:] I'm just ridin'. [Mya:] I'm just ridin'. [Z-Ro:] On my grind. [Mya:] On my grind. [Z-Ro:] I'm just ridin'. On my grind
Z-Ro:] Just like big hawk my cup is full of something bubblaaying and I'm on the boulevard acting uggglay but I'm not swangin in n out of my lane speakin
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
struggle so I had to get out No doubt I'm bout my paper so I had to smash 150 on my dash So you know I'm rollin fast All about my cash [Z-Ro:] No weapon
was wanna shine Make enough money, just so I could support mine All the days of my life, I been on my grind Laws trying to lock me down, for a lifetime [Z-Ro
get mo' cheddar I know you mad, cause my Benz got a lil' leather I'm a go-getter, stacking my paper high I told Z-Ro when I met him, nigga I'ma ride We
saying that you're bad, for saying I'm chasing cash Cause depending on rap money, I'd be broke and on my ass Whatever I gotta do, to stay up on my feet
it's over with I crucify the crucial, with that legs on my shoulder shit Hypnotic, is my afrodesiac Make me keep on going and going, something like a duracel six pack Pardon my
s, (gangstas) This for my gangstas, my gangstas For my gangstas, my G's This for my gangstas [Z-Ro:] Hell naw you can't hit my weed, cause to me smoking
4] [Billy Cook:] Yeeeeeeah, I everlast I'm a R&B gangsta Oooooh, Z-Ro Billy Cook R&B gangsta Whooooa, yeeeeah [talking:] Feel that, Z-Ro the Crooked nigga Z-Ro
and painted six, and the wrist frost bit They see a nigga on the grind, and he just won't quit I keep pumping and keep em jumping, on the tip of my dick