Z.RO

King Of The Ghetto

Z.RO


[Hook - 2x] 
This is my wooooooorld 
Z-Ro, king of the ghettoooooo 

[Z-Ro] 
Once upon a time, not long ago 
There was a hustling motherfucker, with a cold ass flow 
Everytime he hit the studio, his beeper go off 
He left the beef to get his cheese, by selling people that raw 
With a pistol on his right side, and one in his back 
I-10 again and again, from running that crack 
Girlfriend kept complaining, cause he never at home 
So he told her deal with it bitch, or get the fuck on 
It was money over bitches, on his mind 
Plus all of his partnas, thought that he would never shine 
The number be 15 and 5, up in the kitchen 
He could do it straight up, or he could do it with a whipping 
But then came a drought, and then he put his first album out 
Decided to do it full time, cause record stores kept selling out 
Still in the game, cocaine on top of the brain 
From the studio to the streets, Z-Ro is everything 

[Hook - 2x] 

[Z-Ro] 
King of the ghetto, I'm sitting on my throne 
Got a red light, sitting on my chrome 
Ridgemont Texas, representing 
With a taper fade, sitting on my dome 
I mash niggaz, and I trash niggaz 
When it come down, to the cash nigga 
Beat that ass, in a flash nigga 
Pistol play, and I'ma blast nigga 
Gangstafied, from Goderhead 
All day long, I chase my bread 
But on the low, I don't fuck with FED's 
Cause a snitch nigga, get dressed in red 
Shut up bitch, she look so lie 
But they don't know, she'll take your life 
Not giving a fuck, or get fucked up 
And end up dead, with your dick in the sky 
Go my way, we gon have fun 
Instead of happiness, we have done 
About our business, corrupting our kidneys 
All that codeine, weed and drugs 
I'm leaning over, but still a soldier 
Pimp my pen, like I'm suppose to 
Nothing but the finest, light green doja 
Got it from C-Note, from the Clover 
Animal thug, I thug for life 
So I ain't going, to the club tonight 
Block is bleeding, I'm here for the eating 
And supervising, my funds tonight 
I scuffle and hustle, on my grind 
No matter the weather, no matter the time 
Roll out the red carpet for Z-Ro, this world is mine 

[Hook - 2x] 

[Z-Ro] 
Who that bumping, who that beefing 
Hope you brought something, to put your chief in 
Interrupting me, while I'm reefer chiefing 
I'm a gangsta, not Erkle Steven 
Cause I don't laugh, and I don't play 
And no, is something that I don't say 
I don't give a motherfuck, about your day 
Hoe, get the fuck out of my way 
I'm lean as fuck, and don't like nobody 
My style of rap, is I'm like nobody 
I let off fo' shots, and hit fo' bodies 
OG with it, like Amas Rodney 
Still in the game, as a MVP 
Dealing with haters, that envy me 
Fuck fabricated, and commercializing 
I'ma bring my block, to MTV 
Show love, and do all I can 
For all my people, and all my fans 
But motherfuckers, be hating me 
For the life of me, I can't understand 
Cause I'm cool as hell, till a hater get bold 
Step out of line, fuck around get stoled 
I must be, their motherfucking issue 
Cause all these niggaz, getting drove 
Up a lot, like a Volkswagon 
I get a commission, for toe tagging 
A slim killa, with a wide body 
Polo top, and Polo sagging 
I live my life, like I don't care 
But every night, I be deep in prayer 
Then I get off, my knees 
And hustle, straight like that there 

[Hook - 2x]