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Testo One Two - Z-Ro

Testo della canzone One Two (Z-Ro), tratta dall'album Cocaine (Screwed)

Screwed Up Click for life

Z-Ro the Crooked

A.K.A. the king of the ghetto

But y'all can call me Rotha Vandross this year though you dig?

Anyway man

I'm just out here tryna shake the muthafuckin' pot and pull a dollar out

You know what I'm talkin' bout

Everyday all day

Heavy not small play nigga what

Haha, Uhh

I wake up early in the evening 'round 5:30 or 6:00

My nextell beepin' from all the calls I missed

Brush my grill till it looks like whats around my wrist

Drop some kush in a cigarillo and then give it a twist

Pull out a black t-shirt

Beige Dickie pants

Black house shoes

Can't forget my candana to give em the blues

Open up the safe and grab some paper

Call Fo' up at Hemp Sports Clips and let him know I need another taper

Call up one of the smokers to wash my ride

Just like at the car wash but he gon' do it right outside

I don't kick it with fellas

I kick it with broads

Fellas act like females

So why not kick it with a woman from the start

My mind marinated full of liquor

Remember me in the hoo-doo with expired tags and stickers

But I'm on swangas today

And everything is blue over grey

Look out Houston Texas

Z-Ro is on his way I'ma let the top down

I'ma act, one two

I'ma act, just like a nigga do

I'ma act, one two

I'ma act, just like a nigga do nigga

I'm, gone let the top down

Even though I'm 4's

I ain't swanging

Rather roll cruise control, as the cigarilla blows

Cell phone ringing, traffic light changing

It's a sunny screwed up day outside

Might as well pull out the candy slab

It's time to ride

Go from candy blue to purple right before your eyes

Jackers think I'm slipping

But I keep them pipes on my side

Gripping wood grain

Homie if you love your life don't run up on me mane

Ya damn right, I'm a legend in the game

It's Billy Cook

And that nigga Joseph Wayne

Yeah we have chips checks and loose change

Cause the ghetto is where we come from

The same place booshie you bitches run from

Since the beginning

I had a piss poor hand

Now I turned it into a winner

Y'all haters don't understand

Minimum wage nigga

Now earning a hundred grand

I can pay my own way

Got my own money man

B-I-L-L-Y C-O-O-K

Foreign car now

Was in a dropper yesterday

I'ma act, one two

I'ma act, just like a nigga do

I'ma act, one two

I'ma act, just like a nigga do nigga

I'm, gone let the top down

Even though I'm 4's

I ain't swanging

Rather roll cruise control, as the cigarilla blows

Cell phone ringing, traffic light changing

Just like Big H.A.W.K

My cup is full of something bubbly

And I'm on the boulevard acting ugly

But I'm not swinging in and out of my lane

Speaking of my trunk

And the gorillas inside it that's making it bang

And if a jacker comes my way

I load my AK

Don't think I won't spray

This'll be your last day

I worked too damn hard for mine

24-7 on the grind

All you gone end up with is a hard time

From I-10 to Beltway 8 to 59 South

To purchase a sack of that lemon lime and I'm out

About to roll to my homegirl house

Her man tripping

Cause he think I got her stripping

But we just flipping

And ain't no club hopping

Even if the club hopping

I'ma pass

Never even take my foot off the gas

I'm headed to the studio

To drop a couple of songs

When I'm finished

We gon' bounce and continue to roam

And let the top down

I'ma act, one two

I'ma act, just like a nigga do

I'ma act, one two

I'ma act, just like a nigga do nigga

I'm, gone let the top down

Even though I'm 4's

I ain't swanging

Rather roll cruise control, as the cigarilla blows

Cell phone ringing, traffic light changing

I'ma act, one two

I'ma act, just like a nigga do

I'ma act, one two

I'ma act, just like a nigga do nigga

I'm, gone let the top down

Even though I'm 4's

I ain't swanging

Rather roll cruise control, as the cigarilla blows

Cell phone ringing, traffic light changing

Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Wayne Mcvey
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