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Dumb-dumb, da-da-da-da-dumb, dumb-dumb Dumb-dumb dumb-dumb, da-da-da-da-dumb, dumb-dumb 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 Three liter big red, got diluted nines fed Able to make a bitch, want to suck my naked head I get fly when I want to, 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 Probably 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 throw deaf, 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 Beretta Stay one step ahead of, my competition they better Fly down from overseas sign down, and get to chumping for cheddar Twenty-six letters than Ro, if you ain't know now you know From Ridgemont Four to Akapoko, I'm gripping grain in my flame Sunday morning pulling out my bitch, I'm looking good Nothing but diamonds around neck and around my wrist, I'm looking good Letras de cancionesDoubles breasted tailor made, I'm Sacci'd down to the flow 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) Rolly on me wrist, Sansun me wrist band Twenty inch rims, on me suspension Foreign replay, and not forge my stunna 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 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 flow 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) Pull up to my bump, as I let it recline Thirteen'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 want to Smoking reefer bending corners, on twenty inch Yokohama 'Cause these niggas be hating me, when I be crawling down So I'm like Paul Bugsy with a infrared, cause these niggas 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 S-W-V, 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 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 flow 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) 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 From Letras Mania