Z.RO

Looking Good

Z.RO


(*talking*) 
Dum-dum, da-da-da-da-dum, dum-dum 
Dum-dum dum-dum, da-da-da-da-dum, dum-dum 
On the latest roll with my boy Z-Ro here 
Z-Ro you ready ha, Rock yeah you dropping that hot shit 
You really dropping that hot shit ha, Z-Ro let me 
Hear what you gonna sing for this one, come on 

[Z-Ro] 
Three liter big red, got diluted nines fed 
Able to make a bitch, wanna suck my naked head 
I get fly when I wanna, graduated from corners 
I know it tingle, cause your pussy marinated my sauna 
If you capping I ain't tripping, cause I really don't need you 
Prolly say your pussy gon be beat up, and having a seizure 
Overseas vacation, Prime Co. communication 
And radio stations, got us in regular rotation 
Cause the guns unloaded, lot of heads got exploded 
Destined to be the throwdesf, if I'm properly promoted 
Sewed it up like a sweater, financial back or go-getter 
Then through your vest chest, with the talons in my baretta 
Stay one step ahead of, my competition they better 
Fly down from overseas sign down, and get to chumping for cheddar 
26 letters than Ro, if you ain't know now you know 
From Ridgemont 4 to Akapoko, I'm gripping grain in my flame 

[Hook] 
Sunday morning pulling out my bitch, I'm looking good 
Nothing but diamonds around neck and around my wrist, I'm looking good 
Doubles breasted tailor made, I'm 'Sacci'd down to the flo' 
And it don't matter, if you step on my wing tipped shoe 
Cause I'ma just go buy me some mo', (what it is what it is) 

[Papa Reu] 
Rolly on me wrist, Sansun me wrist band 
20 inch rims, on me suspension 
Foreign replay, and not forge my stun-a 
Dressed everyday, in the latest fashion look 
Boys the enemy, best respect the man 
Listen to me, know it's rule number one 
No buster ain't right, we told the game plan 
You do, you better and change the wrist band 
The way me flow, my retaliation 
So listen to me boy understand, understand 
It's a bezeled out wrist, and that I wear everyday 
On the right hand-a, the Presidential Rolly 
And it's crossed off, like a ton of ice on the tray 
And the price start-a, my choice to lose security 
If you don't believe me, ask your old lady 
I know she saw it, from 'Poko miles away 

[Hook] 

[Z-Ro] 
Pull up to my bump, as I let it recline 
13's easy five screens, it ain't no fucking with mine 
They think I'm fucking with nine, but I multiplied it by fo' 
It took some time, but I decided to throw my bitch on the 4's 
The bubble-eyed Mazaratti, on a mission to meet Scotty 
With bullets for your body, cause I'm living like Gotti 
Pistol grip and a beam, plus a murdering team 
Cash rule everything me, that there ain't nothing but green 
Jumping in and out of line, moving slow as I wanna 
Smoking reefer bending corners, on 20 inch Yokohama 
Cause these niggaz be hating me, when I be crawling down 
So I'm like Paul Bugsy with a infrared, cause these niggaz be falling down 
Steady yelling out timber, from the first dance January down to the last dance 
December better remember, put a big shell casing up in you 
Make you weak like SWV, when I shine and grind like E.S.G 
But I gotta get love like the Big Steve, throwed in the game like that P-A-T 

[Hook] 

(*talking*) 
Alright, ha-ha 
You know so we keeping it real, yeah 
Southside, Southside ha 
How you mean, Papa Reu, my boy Z-Ro 
You know Rock with another hit 
Ha-ha, you know he here with another hit 
Ha-ha yeah, yeah-yeah