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Z-Ro - Looking Good lyrics
(*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 |
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