(Z-ro talking)Screwed up click for life Z-Ro tha crooked aka tha king of the ghetto but ya'll can call me rotha vandross this year yo ya digg
Anyway mayne I'm just out here tryna shake tha mothafucken pocket for a dolla out u kno wat im talkin bout
Everyday all day havin not small pay... niga what!?

(1st verse  Z-ro)
Hahaaa.. . uhh I wake up early in tha evening around 5:30 or 6 
my nextel beepin from all tha calls I missed
Brush my grill until it looks like what's around my wrist 
drop some kush in tha cigarillo and then give it a twist 
pull out a Black t-shirt, beige dickie pants, black house shoes c
an't forget my bandana to give them tha blues 
open up the safe and grab some papuh 
call fo up at sportsclips and let em know I need anotha tapah call up one of tha smokas to wash my ride
Just like at tha carwash but he gonna do it right outside 
I don't kick it with fellas, I kick it with broads 
fellas act like females so why not kick it with a woman from tha start 
my mind marinated full of liquor 
remember me in a hoo-doo wit expired tags and stickas
But im on swangas today and everything is blue over gray 
look out houston tx Z-Ro is on his way 
Ima let the top down

(Chorus)
I'm a act one two... Ima act just like a nigga do(a nigga do)... I'm a act one two... Ima act just like a nigga do(a nigga do)
Nigaaa..im gon let tha top down even though I'm on 4s I aint swangin 
rather roll cruise control as tha cigarillo bloows 
cell phone ringin, traffic light changin...

(2nd verse  Billy cook)
Its a sunday screwed up day outside 
might as well pull out tha candy slab it's tyme to riiide 
it go from candy blue then to purple right before your eyes
yall just think I'm slippin but I keep them pipes on my side grippin wood grain homie if ya love ya life don't run up on me mayne 
you damn right
Ima legend in tha game its B
illy Cook and that nigga Joseph waaaayne 
yeah we except checks and loose change 
cause tha ghetto is where we come from
Tha same place bougie bitches run from
since the beginnin i had a piss poor hand
but i turned it into a winnin yall haters dont understand
minimum wage nigga not earnin a hundred grand 
I can pay my own ways got my own money maayne 
B I L L Y C O O K a foreign car now 
I was in tha droppa yesterdaay

(Chorus)
I'm a act one two... Ima act just like a nigga do(a nigga do)... I'm a act one two... Ima act just like a nigga do(a nigga do)
Nigaaa..im gon let tha top down even though I'm on 4s I aint swangin 
rather roll cruise control as tha cigarillo bloows 
cell phone ringin, traffic light changin...

(3rd verse  Z-ro)
Just like big hawk my cup is full of something bubbalay 
and I'm on the boulevard acting uggglay 
but I'm not swangin in n out of my lane 
speakin of my trunk tha gorillas inside it just makin it bang 
And if a jacka comes my way, I load my AK 
don't think I won't spray this will be yo last daay 
I work to damn hard for mine 24/7 on tha grind 
all you gon end up with is a hard tyme
From I-10 to beltway 8 to 59 south
to purchase a sack of that lemon lime and im out
about to roll threw my homegirl house 
her man trippin kus he think i got her strippin but he jus flippin
and aint no club hoppin even if tha club poppin Ima pass 
not even take my foot of tha gas 
headed to tha studio to drop a couple of songs 
when I'm finish we gon bounce and continue to roooam 
and let tha top doooowwn!

                          Thanks to JJ for correcting these lyrics