Coming Down Again Lyrics Matthew Garrard

Mo City Don

Z-Ro

Year:

2006

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Shit, Z-Ro the Kleptomaniacal, I know y'all Been waiting on this hither, yeah shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Large Boo, Gator All the fallen soldiers man, Southside Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm saying All my partners, all your expressionless partners Merely shit, I still feel stress, yet gotta go something Off my chest, while these hoe niggas exist doing what They be doing, I don't know though, shit f*ck it We goin' stay two deep in a iv door  Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my trunk Trunk total of funk, I ain't never been a punk I blow on skunk, I blow on doja Military minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier Out the streets, of the Ridgemont 4 Not no bitch, and say I still ain't a hoe Letting niggas know, everyday of the year I pimp my pen, and I get my point clear Why niggas wanna talk down, I don't know Gotta accept a trip to Akapoko, from the 4 With my 4-iv on my side, when I ride Ready to practice another homicide, in a pine box And I'k gone, nigga old glory I'k H-Town to Cali, simply like Robert Ory If I do a murder, flee the murder scene No missing shortage on the drank, I can't detect no lean From Southwest to Southfese, bitch it'southward almost state of war non bout peace Nigga similar me, I'chiliad bout knocking out teeth Know I'm saying, I'll loose your grill A nigga coming down, in the Coupe Deville Looking gravy, looking real throwed I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking cantankerous road With my K on my side, I'm prepare to ride And if I gotta go, it'll be a homicide Me and another nigga, on the way to the Aureate Gate A nigga like me, tin can't look Merely to arrive, to another day Gotta get the big pay off, so become the f*ck out my way When I come around your corner, so slow It'll be the nigga, in the damn Polo It's the rap lawing, jackers ain't disallowment Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to foreign Said it like I said it, in the old school Some niggas they exist red, but Z-Ro blue I come around your corner, just I ain't set tripping Merely I will, moisture niggas and moisture women With the calico, I had to permit a motherfucker know That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln 4 practice' A fox photo, cause I do it in a flash Nigga watch out, cause that could be your ass I rhyme and then long, rhyme and then strong I flicks my bar, sip then I swoll' on Go on, the motherfucking bench And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence They wonder where I went, they go on looking I don't give a f*ck, like Tyson I keep hooking Or maybe like Lenox, I'g strong to the stop I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't demand spinach I'ma proceed going, I keep on flowing but similar the Nile Million dollar mouthpiece, every fourth dimension I smile Look and load a, nigga ashtray Every fourth dimension he grin, he can turn the dark to mean solar day You can open up the pop, and permit the smoke come out We don't give a damn, bout a crooked ass cop Kleptomaniacal officer, crooked officer Brand a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya Me and Dougie, my motherfucking brother R.I.P., to my motherfucking mother That'due south the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew In that location's ten toes planted, in my motherfucking shoe I gotta be a human, hope y'all sympathise There's nada just the work, and the calico in my mitt On a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a fiend A real live B-Boy, and you know what I mean I be stacking up chips, similar Lego Dark on a pump, but like Calvin Kato Loosen to the rocket, a 4-peat like Comets I don't give a f*ck, good punch a bitch nigga brand him vomit On the grind, I'ma take a trip on Greyhound I be flying on a aeroplane, but the dope is on the ground Headed to Lake Charles, or headed to Lafayette Maybe off in Alexandria, just I ain't finished notwithstanding I gotta make a hoe I-10, I sin So I, practise it over again I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking Benz-east Got these hoes running round, in a friends I be busting full clips, till they empty A piece of potent pussy, might tempt me Rain is trying to ship me, to the Penitentiary The main reason why, I ain't friendly I'm wired up, but I ain't on no damn slaughter Dejaun in the dorsum, and he got the camcorder Recording everything, the 4's gon swing Still pulling upward, on Fondren and the Main Looking lovely, got to look skillful I throw up Ridgemont 4, crusade that'due south my hood Never been a hoe, I'm letting hoes know I gotta become a fucking P-Fifty-A-T, just get-go a Grand-O L-D, a motherfucking plaque I keep it straight and uncomplicated similar that, hit a bitch from the back And I apply my, motherfucking tool Make her say ouch, when I striking her with the mule

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