Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

I Found Me Lyrics

f/ Trae

 

 Man fuck y'all..

 

 [Z-Ro]

 Nigga fuck all y'all

 Fuck all these niggaz, and fuck all these hoes

 If I needed a ride, I called on niggaz

 If I wanted some ass, I called on hoes

 But not no mo' though, I get around in a tinted out fo' do'

 And ain't got no mix to motion, is a fa sho thang

 Don't fuck with Ro hoe, I done lost all of my love

 Razor blade to the wrist, damn near lost all of my blood

 This is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll niggaz

 Y'all just come around, cause I got them drugs

 When all my drugs gone, nigga all my thugs gone

 And I'm scared to eat, the last of the bread and the butter

 Because after that, all the god damn bud gone

 I'm a mo'fucking struggler, I wish I was a bubbler

 Mama said that, it would it be days like this

 But not a life like this, so I take a knife like this and slice like this

 Take life like this, fuck around and I take my own life like this

 Or click me a bitch nigga, in the windpipe like this

 That's right bitch, I'm a ignant son of a bitch

 And I do click quick, it might be halves and zones

 To break a nigga bones, but never be stones and sticks

 I ain't the shit bitch, I'm the motherfucking commode

 And fuck everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my soul

 Finally, I found me

 

 [Hook - 2x]

 Man fuck, finally I found me

 Man fuck you hoes, I found me

 

 [Z-Ro]

 I use to be a cool cat

 Now a victim of the blues cat

 I got tired of motherfuckers, taking a nigga for granted

 All I got is my mind, I can't lose that

 I'ma use that, even though a nigga mind gone

 It ain't lost, cause I know where it's at

 Just on another level than boys, around here

 For the paper stack, cause I'ma go where it's at

 I sound like a (big nigga), but I'm a (lil nigga)

 Damn though, some of y'all try to bo'gaurd

 Piss a nigga off and get that ass caught, late night

 On the backstreets, hollin' oh Lord

 It ain't no mercy, I still wanna see you bleed

 Because, I don't give a damn no more

 Niggaz see 3D-2, and but hollin' out fuck you hoes

 Finally, I found me

 

 [Trae]

 It's still Guerilla Maab, and ain't a damn thang changed

 I just peeped the game, and these niggaz be shife

 Over the years, I seen a lot of niggaz turn fake

 Riding thick on the cool, and then I have to erase

 You see me and the Maab, done learned without a thang

 Man most of these niggaz, be around for the fame

 It ain't no more love, therefor if you ain't kin

 And if you get up in mine, you gon meet your end

 I'm one of a kind, I think you better check yourself

 And it don't mean a damn thang, if I shake your hand

 If I ain't too enthused, and I got on a mean mask

 You better stay on note, cause I'll beat your ass

 It's Guerilla Maab this, and Guerilla Maab that

 I think you better get back, and shut the fuck up

 For you straight step off, and get fucked up

 Nigga Trae and Dougie D and Z-Ro, take nuts

 So don't come around now bitch

 When you showed everybody, all kinds of love

 And I ain't got none left, didn't nobody wanna care

 How we thug, that's why I'm fin to be alone till I meet my death

 Everybody we was cool with, fuck you too

 And everybody who was hating us, fuck you too

 It just took a little time, for me to find myself

 And that's why we getting rich off ourself

 

 [Hook - 2x]

 

 [Z-Ro]

 Better watch your back, and identify yourself

 Nigga one mo' step, and I'ma cock back every weapon

 I pack, fuck around and fr-fry yourself

 A punk ass patty melt, no remorses gon be felt

 When I be dealing, with a less than G individual

 Nothing but a AK shot, is gon be felt

 I never did trust no bitch, and I don't trust no nigga

 Fuck all of my associates, but in a life of a life

 This motherfucker like me, you get what you suppose to get

 Pussy in the middle of the fo'head, I wanna see my foes dead

 And I smoke, one of these old busted up ass hoes

 Old trailer trash ass hoes, I live life one deep

 And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', nigga they know

 Coming around my neck of the woods, is a no-no

 Cause I got a 4-4, lay low please

 Everytime I open my mouth, mo'fuckers would never believe

 That's why a nigga trip a lil bit, with a razor blade

 And the reason, I wear long sleeves

 Y'all can't help me, I don't want your help

 I just want some, leave me alone

 I don't wanna go to the club, I'm cool in the streets

 Bitch, just leave me to roam

 Don't call my cell phone, give folk don't give a damn

 If I get one in my dome, fuck you dealing

 Y'all don't understand my zone, finally I found me

 

 [Hook - 4x]

 

 (*talking*)

 This Ridgemont 4 forever, Z-Ro

 The motherfucking Crooked, know I'm saying

 I ain't having that riff-raff man, I don't buy wolf tickets

 You know I'm saying, so send the hoes to another

 Nigga, you feel me, it's 2K1 bitch, forever

 Screwed Up Click, my niggaz ain't going nowhere

 Still chopping with Double D nigga, tap tap