Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Pimp On Lyrics

[Z-Ro]

 Time and time again, I try to cope with being poor

 But I had to say just what I feel, so now I'm kicking in your door

 My daughter needs pampers and milk 

 And my mind is confused on how we gone survive

 So when you me strapped it looking with a bad one

 You looking at the face of a desperate man I'm bringing the pain out with 45

 But then I, fuck around and slip on my ski mask, ready to blast

 Then I come through the door with a motherfucking 4-4

 I want the Rolex watches and cash, and you can call the laws

 I got another clip in my drawers, there'll be screaming and officers down

 Because it's all about the money ain't a damn thing funny

 What you got I'ma have out town, 'fore they put my ass in the ground

 

 (Chorus - 2x)

 Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on

 When a nigga be hustling on them corners

 Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on

 When a nigga be moving marijuana

 Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on

 Better watch your back when it get mad

 Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on

 Everything in front of me's up for grabs

 

 [Z-Ro]

 Hell of a hustler, got to work my muscle

 got to be wondering around, in the streets

 Got to feet my feet, when I steel sweets

 on a solo creep, nothing but a thug

 Should of drove to them hoes, never wanted hoes

 Got to keep my mind on my money, cause I got a dream

 While pulling up on the scene, jumping out of paper land

 Tell me if Hilfiger chose those jeans

 Got a crease, and it never ceased to amaze me

 By the individual hustle, that'd pay me

 When I got to provide for my baby, and maybe

 I be creaming the fucking, music and deep got to hit the week

 Got to get a fat pocket, on a get it out free

 Not the H.P.D., even though Ft. Baylow can't stop it

 Got to be true to the game, never new to the game

 A nigga did two and a half of the game, and I show no shame

 Creeping your hustle, really means mess with the way that you make your change

 Got a set of pumps and a nigga fool come through, and hit from the back

 Were you thinking you a g, when you fucking that hoe 

 But I'm laving your frame and for chest, matter of fact I'm

 Ready for the money like a bombs, so I said it be running out that chrome

 Niggas be coming to the serve when I slam

 But they better be ready, to find them another way home

 When it should of got dark, for the money

 Got to take a nigga life in the hustle

 Wondering brah, I don't want to make no god damn headlines

 I don't want to do, no god damn fed times

 

 (Chorus - 2x)

 

 [Z-Ro]

 Could it be the worst nightmare, hoping to God 

 A motherfucker where a nigga don't fight fare

 Sticking and moving and bobbing and weaving

 I'm lowered to a gauge, hold it right there

 Selling my drugs and my gorilla thugs, man it don't stop till a nigga get paid

 All in my homes what I'm about, trying to move an album funky like Dre

 But I'm everyday, thinking about my rent and my phone bill

 And my light bill, and my water bill, and I can't spill and my people peel

 Every other motherfucking day it's a sequel heal, but I keep on climbing

 I gotta get the diamonds in the grill, and the creases

 And the clothes but the yellow bone hoes, keep popping me and ain't stopping me

 And everyday cause a nigga be knocking me, but I'ma plant this on a nigga

 Even nigga want to try me, fuck around and need me here I be

 Nigga where's your Ridgemont i.d., have a motherfucker hollering out why me

 And it's plain to see me losing the game, my life end

 Like a nigga been dying faster, feeling the pain

 I'm a pistol packing Christian

 Living the life of a hustler really don't give a...

 

 (Chorus - 2x)