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Z-Ro - 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 |
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