Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Passenger Side Lyrics

(Z-Ro talking)

 Motherfucking Z-Ro, tired of this

 Motherfucking passenger side man

 When I'ma drive

 

 (Chorus - 2x)

 Living in the passenger side

 I want to be the driver but I continue to ride

 Will the game recognize me as the best

 I go from home to the dome

 If I'm the king why they don't give me my throne

 

 [Z-Ro]

 Living in the passenger side, a way of life

 We're in cheves today, because the murderers pay tonight

 They tell me I'm a profit when I'm pimping my pen

 But my immediate surrounders got me living in sin

 I put my faith in a fifty dollar bottle of drink

 Using my focus choking smash on the throttle and thank 

 The lord, for giving me another way to get paid

 King of the motherfucking ghetto where these guns get sprayed

 Whether I'm fucking with a bitch, I'm breaking benz see lunch

 But it's either that or you can't point us casualties when we dump

 Street pain is a motherfucker guard me without a dot

 It's like a murder scene without a victims hotter, ?selmzyne?

 Like my face can't place at the scene of the crime

 Multiple shots never saw me but saw the beam of my nine

 So rather living as a thug until they give me my credit

 Cause I'm the throwdest baby don't you forget it, meanwhile

 

 (Chorus - 2x)

 

 [Z-Ro]

 Living in the passenger side, I want to to push a 6 double O

 But poverty refuse to let me drive

 I wonder why drug dealers and killers live plush

 Hoping niggas have a tendency to give up

 Do I have to sell my soul, forever living in sin

 But is that the price I got to pay to take a spin in the benz

 I'd rather stay a poor nigga cause the fire gone burn

 No hesitation through my dirt and then my tires gone turn

 See I'm living on the passenger side, visualize

 I'm coming bombing a condo with black lacquer inside

 Took a long time coming, but I'm finally made

 I wait for me and my niggas and now we finally paid

 Yeah life is gravy, but I want right to the throne

 Cause rather reggae, R&B or rap I write to the song

 Oh jiggy bitches ain't nothing to me, I slap them down

 Real niggas move around cause it ain't nothing to see

 

 (Chorus - 2x)

 

 [Z-Ro]

 Living in the passenger side, I've been incarcerated 

 Plenty of times, never once did they let me slide

 I guess it's because of the dark skin I have

 Ain't no telling when I release the black Mac 10 I have

 Is it a hundred mile motherfucking animal

 Gasoline around your residence cause it's flammable

 Genocide, I get banned on that, I stand on that

 You'll catch me by surprise baby cause I planned on that

 And even worse than that, to make me feel low

 My black skin is a murdering bust the fucking door

 Now if I had three wishes, what would be the first

 To bring back all my people that done rolled in a hears

 Say hello to my mother we up in paradise

 Well reality is full of leaches and parasites

 I keep it real with the game, so I report what I see

 And tell the chairs of the passenger plus the driver seat nigga

 

 (Chorus - 2x)

 

 (Z-ro talking)

 2k1, motherfucking Z-Ro the Crooked

 Thou can't stop me nigga

 Motherfucking energizer, feel that

 S.U.C. for life, south sive for live, uh