Представляем точный текст композиции "Mo City Don Freestyle" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Z-Ro . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Mo City Don Freestyle» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Z-Ro передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Z-Ro - "Mo City Don Freestyle"
Lyrics to Mo City Don Freestyle : (*talking*) Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know yall Been waiting on this here, yeah shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator All the fallen soldiers man, Southside Eastside, Westside, Northside, know Im saying All my partnas, all your dead partnas But shit I still feel stress, still gotta get something Off my chest, while these hoe niggaz be doing what They be doing, I dont know though, shit fuck it We gon stay two deep in a fo do [Z-Ro] Slow Loud And Bangin, all in my trunk Trunk full of funk, I aint never been a punk I blow on skunk, I blow on doja Military minded, Im a motherfucking soldier Out the streets, of the Ridgemont 4 Not no bitch, and say I still aint a hoe Letting niggaz know, everyday of the year I pimp my pen, and I get my point clear Why niggaz wanna talk down, I dont know Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, from the 4 With my 4-4 on my side, when I ride Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box And Im gone, nigga old glory Im H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Horry If I do a murder, flee the murder scene No missing shortage on the drank, I cant find no lean From Southwest to Southfese, bitch its about war not bout peace Nigga like me, Im bout knocking out teeth Know Im saying, Ill loose your grill A nigga coming down, in the Coupe Deville Looking gravy, looking real throwed Ima be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking cross road With my K on my side, Im ready to ride And if I gotta go, itll be a homicide Me and another nigga, on the way to the Golden Gate A nigga like me, cant wait Just to make it, to another day Gotta get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way When I come around your corner, so slow Itll be the nigga, in the damn Polo Thats the Ralph Lauren, jackers aint barring Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to foreign Said it like I said it, in the old school Some niggaz they be red, but Z-Ro blue I come around your corner, but I aint set tripping But I will, wet niggaz and wet women With the calico, I had to let a motherfucker know That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln four do A fox photo, cause I do it in a flash Nigga watch out, cause that could be your ass I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong I flicks my bar, sip then I swoll on Get on, the motherfucking bench And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence They wonder where I went, they keep looking I dont give a fuck, like Tyson I keep hooking Or maybe like Lenox, Im strong to the finish Im like the ghetto Popeye, but I dont need spinach Ima keep going, I keep on flowing just like the Nile Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime I smile Look and load a, nigga ashtray Everytime he smile, he can turn the night to day You can open up the pop, and let the smoke come out We dont give a damn, bout a crooked ass cop Crooked officer, crooked officer Make a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya Me and Dougie, my motherfucking brother R.I.P., to my motherfucking mother Thats the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew Theres ten toes planted, in my motherfucking shoe I gotta be a man, hope you understand Theres nothing but the work, and the calico in my hand On a corner on the Ridgevan, and Im serving a fiend A real live B-Boy, and you know what I mean I be stacking up chips, like Lego Dark on a pump, just like Calvin Kato Houston to the Rocket, a four-peat like Comets I dont give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga make him vomit On the grind, Ima take a trip on Greyhound I be flying on a plane, but the dope is on the ground Headed to Lake Charles, or headed to Lafayette Maybe off in Alexandria, but I aint finished yet I gotta make a hoe I-10, I sin Then I, do it again I get my ends, Im in my motherfucking Benz-e Got these hoes running round, in a friendse I be busting full clips, till they empty A piece of potent pussy, might tempt me Rain is trying to send me, to the Penitentiary The main reason why, I aint friendly Im wired up, but I aint on no damn slaughter Dejaun in the back, and he got the camcorder Recording everything, the 4s gon swang Still pulling up, on Fondren and the Main Looking lovely, got to look good I throw up Ridgemont 4, cause thats my hood Never been a hoe, Im letting hoes know I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O L-D, a motherfucking plack I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a bitch from the back And I use my, motherfucking tool Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the mule [ Mo City Don Freestyle Lyrics ]
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