[Chorus] Where is the love - 2x [Z-Ro] Nobody loves me, but I prefer to keep it like that Cause most friends are falsified trying to steal out your stack
Traduction: Z-Ro. Where Is The Love.
[Chorus] Where is the love - 2x [Z-Ro] Nobody loves me, but I prefer to keep it like that Cause most friends are falsified trying to steal out your
Ro! Movin ounce after ounce after ounce of dat yayo! Making money what I love to do, but my freedom is pending, and if I get caught slippin my freedom is
marinated full of liquor remember me in "tha who the [? ] is thicka" but I'm on swangas Today and everything is blue over gray look out houston tx Z-Ro is
ass in ditches, I don't love bitches, I don't love niggas, I don't love nothin, It's gon' take my momma comin' back from the grave for me to love somethin
where cause after the game [Chorus] [Z-Ro:] I'm a one man army I don't need no help my nigga Cause you a buster how could I love yah The only one l
m rollin fast All about my cash [Z-Ro:] Ain't no time to play Pull it in perspective Time for hoe checkin bitch made nigga wreckin and collecting Memory weapon selecting Cause a mind is
I be on crome I'll keep rollin' chrome I'll keep rollin' chrome Wood grain is what I'm holdin' on I'll keep rolin chrome [Z-Ro:] Huh, I started off
Z-Ro: Look i knew this fella named frank who had bank from pullin manuvers no descrimination for fity his brother will do ya His whole life he been broke
(feat. Big Boss) [Z-Ro:] H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S Where you can get good weed good drank, or even get put to rest Down here we rep the Screwed Up Click
but to keep my head right Got my name in candy blue letters, between my headlights Z-Ro the Crooked the Mo City Don, he's all about bread right [Z-Ro
a G But nevertheless, I'll say it again Z-Ro the Crooked know the key to survival, is fuck friends [Hook:] Friends, ain't no mystery why Z-Ro don't have
got a trunk bitch a liver pump [Hook] [Z-Ro:] Is it me glock 40, pump-pump-pump-pump nope Is it me 45, pump-pump-pump-pump nope Is it me 3-57, pump
thangs In these motherfucking streets, man fuck these streets [Z-Ro:] Damn these city streets, are deadly to a brother Cause they're full of crooked cops, and killers and undercovers Everyday is
[Z-Ro:] I'm from Missouri City Texas, Ridgemont to be exact Where you haters come, to get your wig stomped And 9-1-1 is just a number, cause the laws
even still a good samaritan, is Z-Ro's way And with that Christian attitude, I caught a homeboy case I done took too many blows, a punching bag is how
