Z-Ro - 25 Lighters lyrics

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Hold up Z-Ro the crooked aka king of the ghetto

Screwed Up Click soldier for life

Know what I'm talking about

Mo-City stand up in this motherfucker

Know what I'm saying

My nigga Grady in this bitch, what's up my nigga

Huh, inside out, that boy Hog done touch ground man

Hold up man, know what I'm saying Ridgemont 4 for life

Ridgemont niggas 4 life, ridgemont hard heads

Huh, ya'll feel me man, rest in peace to that nigga Jody

That nigga LL man know what I'm saying

Shit man it's fuck up man

Rest in peace to to that nigga Emo

We going to hold it down you know what I'm talking about

And that's Real Talk

25 Lighters on my dresser yes sir

Got a bad black bitch that drives a black kompressor

You know I'm smoking on that herb

Every damn day just to calm my damn nerves

Screwed Up Click ain't never going to switch

Nigga build a ditch for a motherfucking snitch

Talking to the laws given up info

Catch me at the pad black lamp smoking indo

Sipping on drank on a whole liter

It's that nigga Ro I got a nine millimeter

And a 45 I'm a keep it live

Pour a whole 8 like I did in 95'

That was the year I made it clear

Wrecken on the microphone now get away from here

I'm reppin' for the south with diamonds in my mouth

And diamonds on my hands and diamonds in my house

Shinning so bright

Even in the night

Smoking on cush what the fuck is top flight

I'm only on the good bitch I wish you would

Keeping it all world ya'll keeping it all hood

Trying to get my paper pull another caper

Man I swear my house is somthing like Tony Draper

Got to get my mail from my record sell

This time last year I was in a jail cell

Waiting for commissary waiting on mail call

Man I can't wait till I get free cause I'm a ball

Put it in they face free my partner Grace

What's up to that Los(SPM) what's cracking cuz,

I'm straight laced

What's up to that Pokey

What's up to that Whodi

Always kept it real never act like they ain't know me

Showed ya Boy love Z-Ro is who I am

Back in the days signed with that x-fam

Me and that black and the street military

R I P Malik that day in the cemetery

But it ain't over chip on my shoulder

Catch me brand new candy blue range rover

Rollin to the end my skin is my sin

And like LiL KeKe say it never will ever end

Gots to keep flowing I'm a keep it going

Back in 92' I probably did kick your door in

Nigga lay it down lay it down you hoes lay it down

I reppin' for the South Side of that H-Town

Screwed Up Click until it's over with

AK with catch bag on my shoulder bitch

You will die fucking with that Ro

He ain't never been a bitch he ain't never been no hoe

Don't know how to be a broad don't know how to be a mark

I put the rubbers on cause it just turn dark

Mashing on the gas pocket full of cash

Looking for a yellow bone bitch with big ass

I ain't disrespecting just telling the truth

Ya'll know how I do it when I gets up in the booth

I'm a go hard till I chip my fucking tooth

In a flying spur the four door or a coupe

Yeah I get my paper yeah I get my bread

I don't give a damn what these bitch niggas done said

Talking down on me cause I'm a get my spread

I ain't tripping I'm in the kitchen wipping up a batch

Batch of them pies for all the time guys

Watching out for the FED they be in disguise

Looking like G's looking like ballas

Looking like true money making shot callas

But them boys laws yeah that's them folks

I ain't tripping cause I know it's hot on post oak

Back in the day I had a pocket full of rocks

24/7 365 around the clock

I tried to get paid stacking up my paper

I hit a lick then it's time for me to lay low

Just run on my screen on 360 playing Halo

Hoes dropping like it's hot when ever I say so

Cause I'm the man diamond on my hand

Got big bass in the back of the blue van

It's blue over gold the story been told

Benjamin franklin Andrew Jackson in my billfold

My flow is real cold I ain't never been wacked

And thanks to Bun-B and Pimp-C I got two gold plaques

They hanging on my wall pimp I miss you dog

Bun-B ride for that boy and make me proud

Do it for the south and do it for the Hawk

And who ever don't like it keep my dick up in they mouth

I'm Screwed Up Click till they lay me in my casket

I ride around Houston with that plastic

Hand on my steel wood grain wheel

You can hide behind the Deanali

You can hide behind the part the diamonds on my wrist

And can't nobody do it like me cause I do it like this

And never had love for a bitch

All I'm trying to really do is get rich

Trying to get my fucking bread baby

Ride in mercedes I know a nigga hate me

But I don't give a damn nah I don't give a fuck

Riding on drapped buck 26's on my truck

Hell yeah bitch I know they large

Got three foreigns in my garage

I never sabotage my fucking career

Had to make it clear and I shed another tear

But nigga I'm real bumper and the grill

When I do my music it's the music you can feel

Cause I'm just a G riding one deep

And every time I ride I ride with 1 oz

Watching out for jackers cause I know they scoping

Trying to leave a real niggas head wide open

Pulling down swangas cause they ain't clacking

I'm rolling on 20 inch 4's bitch what happening

Looking so fly I don't smoke fry

Got to be a G till the day that I die

That's my big homie boy Lil Ke

Boy you know I love you it's you and me

In this damn thing we going to do it for the screw

And do it for the south and I'm a do it for you

And you going to do it for me it's S.U.C.

Screwed Up Click until I D I E

Nigga don't get me crunk watch me pop trunk

Smoking on cush ain't never say skunk

Man I'm so throwed caught me in the zone

I don't give a fuck about you calling on my phone

I fucks with the stripper versace on my zipper

This the nigga Ro taper fade with the clipper

I brought my partner for my partner Paul

About to make a million dollars and buy the whole mall

Call that bitch Ro-Town and it's gonna go down

A couple of day from now I got a show in your town

And I'm a get paid and I'm a get laid

And every car I drive, candy paint going to get sprayed

On the doors nigga and on the side dog

And I ain't scared I got Jesus on my side dog

Hit the church house and then go work out

And after that you it's time to pull the purp out

And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one

And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one

And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one

Now I'm out of my mind that's what that smoke does

But I'm a maintain still in the same game

But only thing ain't making the same change

I getting paid boy you better believe that

A grammy on my shelf I'm a achieve that

Cause I can do it nigga even tho you say I can't

But I don't give a fuck about ya'll I'm about my bank

I hope you feel that bitch nigga you

You could put your wig back ain't nobody going to be missing you

You a hoe nigga not a role nigga

Cause Z-Ro make more doe nigga

More versus more mixtapes more shows nigga

And I ain't ever at home I'm on the road nigga

I'm chasing fedi baby ya'll ain't ready baby

Yeah I'm living like a motherfucking chevy baby

Or like a ford I'm built ford ford tough

Blowing on that real real purple purple stuff

Talking about that cush got it from the band tho

Watch me come down with my pistol in my hand hoe

Don't run up on me if you don't want to get shot

I'm a grab my remote and give it all that I got

Hold up man hold up

Thanks to Big A for these lyrics