Z-Ro - Keep It 100 lyrics

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Feat. Chris Ward

(Intro)

Chicky check, microphone check

One, chicky check, microphone check

Two, chicky check, microphone check

(Verse)

Stone up cause I'm grown up (you stone up)

Stress that work-out just to see how it tone up

Block for block, in the city we got it sown up

Spit so much heat on the beat that we'll fuck yo song up

Some people act like we already dun' blown up

Cause we said so many trends, we can't do nuttin' than own up

Stoner, drop arenas are open to domer

On that candy coupe cat

Soon as I put that chromer

Hey, one time for the muthafuckin' south

Two times for the muthafuckin' north

Three time for my muthafuckin' cold

Ten times for the Tom Cruise, as I crack the ceiling

Tear that muthafucka off

Keep some bad breezes with me, with the muthafuckin' mouth

So sweet, she make you skeet before you reach the muthafuckin' loft

But fuck niggas, I don't believe in fuckin' friends

I believe in hunid tabs and hunids

In fact, stacks that come in twins

You roach ass, just hopped off the porch ass niggas

It's first class, you ain't even coach class niggas

Sometimes I sit and think of all the people I heal

And all the illegals I dealt

And I pray for forgiveness cause I know that I cheated myself

And know not a play to keeps for myself

Yea yea, it's god first, family and money

She say she loves me, I tell 'er, you can't handle me, honey

Still, gimme yo number and I might fuck ya later

Cause bitch, I'm the bomb, like Al Quaeda

(Hook x2)

I keep it 100 in these crooked ass streets

I'm never caught sleep and I keep my pistol within reach

My mind on my money, not a woman in my sheets

I ain't tryna be rich, makin' sure my children eat

(Verse)

Now I ain't got as many followers as Wayne got

I spit that hot water, I make it rain hot

What's an umbrella to an acid lava rain drop?

Ninehunind degrees, but the sun ain't neva came up

Thirty six of 'em and the yay twenty weigh

Make sure that my Lexus tied tight

I'm about the interstate state

Can't arrest me cause you can't find the work, it's in a safe place

Got so much ghetto love, I think I can penetrate hate

Robert Hill Davis comin' out my speakers, it's so clear

Can't afford what's in my style-ophone, what's yo deal?

Cause I done lean so good, man, I dun' went to sleep in Mo' City

But I woke up in another hood

Stay on my grind until I shine, hommie that's what I do best

Used to get bags of money, but now, you damn right I do checks

I got a brother named Mickey

Original screw up, click member just like me

He doin' time, but in a few days they gon' let Mike free

And we gon' get us a mean hot from a nice tree

Meanwhile I'm rollin' fours, bangin' on the block

Ass out like a quire outside, singin' on the block

They call me Mr. Hit, so amazing on the block

No coco butter to a Caucasian on the block

I'm most the ? your finest, call me yo highness

The law behind us, he don't mind us

That's one of my drivers

I'm well connected

Talk dirty behind my back, but in my face I'm well respected

Got guns on top of guns on top of guns, well protected

(Hook x2)

I keep it 100 in these crooked ass streets

I'm never caught sleep and I keep my pistol within reach

My mind on my money, not a woman in my sheets

I ain't tryna be rich, makin' sure my children eat