LIL' FLIP & Z-RO - Burbans & Lacs lyrics

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[Lil' Flip]

Rest in peace Big Mello, we gon miss you nigga

Man I done lost so many homies, I need tissue nigga

Taking million dolla pictures, me and all of my niggaz

In three years, I plan to have stacks like Jigga

Aw naw hell naw man, y'all done up and done it

We chiefing like everyday, smoking bluebonic chronic

I did it I done it, this rap beef you know who won it

I'm five million worldwide, I got mo' money

Europe paid me eighty G's, for a hour show

And any nigga would be a damn fool, not to go

You rap about Amsterdam nigga, I really been

And over there, you could get ten blunts for ten

I smoke over and over again, God forgive me

Cause I'm a young thug, with tattoos in my skin

Four hundred thousand dolla Benz, with my name on my rims

And when I pull up hoes be like, I know that's him

[Z-Ro]

Sometime I flip in a cream Caddy, sometime I flip in a Fleetwood

You know the one with the platinum skin and the chrome spinning shoes, that fill the feet good

Might slide in my Dodge Intrepid, or the limousine tint over 83's and fresh meat

Garunteed to squeeze when enemies test me, I'ma empty the clip and reload again

Ain't got no gal ain't got no friends, only thing I give a damn about is my ends

I wish Screw-Zoo was alive, so I could watch him make another Dub again

I'm mad at the world fuck love again, cause my so called partnas think I'm capping

Bitch I've earned the right to live the good life, y'all know how long I've been rapping

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We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue

That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw

I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro the Mo City Don

And all we do is get money, (where I'm from)

[Lil' Flip]

You know, I'm thinking of a master plan

I got chrome fans, on my promotional van

I'm the new Liberraci, look at how this shit got me

I fuck with D-Block, and the Dip Set posse

My spinners don't stop, y'all rappers don't shop

Cause your jeweler told me, you be wearing fake rocks

And if I catch you in my hood homie, you can't leave

Cause I do niggaz like Fabolous, man they can't breathe

I got a trick up my sleeve, don't ever pick up my weed

And I don't tell my hoes bye, I fuck 'em get up and leave

And when I pass by the laws, I gotta switch up my speed

Cause my spider on the highway, doing 153

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[Z-Ro]

Every morning I wake up, and give my praises to God

Just for letting me see another sunrise, cause sometime making it through the night is hard

Living in a place where cheering kills, cheering and police be the civilian

Lord I've been calling you so long, I wonder if you even hear me

Even though I can call a whole heep a burdans, I know there's a bunch of blessings as well

I remember when I had to sleep on benches, straight rob motherfuckers and leap over fences

In a single bound, I wish my mama could see me now

Ain't no detectives trying to see me now, with no rival gangs trying to beat me down

It's MTV and BET now, and ain't no mo' regular weed ain't nothing but the best herb

With a grandaddy size cup of codiene, straight eight over ice nigga yes sir

I'm leaning like I need a V8, representing for the 3rd Coast

Look respect the South, and we gon see straight see straight

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