Songtexte:
Z Ro And 2 My G S

streets And keep your heater, under your seat when you creep [Hook - 4x] And to my G's Don't worry bout a damn thang [Z-Ro] You use to call me G.I.,

streets And keep your heater, under your seat when you creep [Hook - 4x] And to my G's Don't worry bout a damn thang [Z-Ro] You use to call me G.I.,

twist this' It's all about Tha Liks and 'sheanz, ma saiz', I blow up Katash come to your country and dig your fuckin hoes out [J-Ro] I lay up with two

as they can go to the club and get blitz Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJ's playing them hits Oh this my jam, this my shit We don't

chronic with chunks of hash to puff with my +CASH+ Chorus 1 + 2 [J-Ro] King T, X to the Z, and J-Bizzy Well known for takin girls home and gettin busy

and thats it long as they can go to the club and get blitz pick up some chicks and get some digits and the DJ's playing them hits oh this my jam, this

stones and sticks I ain't the shit bitch, I'm the motherfucking commode And fuck everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my soul Finally, I found me [Hook x2

my mind (mind-mind) I'm here to collect my pennies, my nickels and my dimes (my dimes-my dimes) And ain't nobody gonna block out my shine (shine-shine) [Z-Ro

my Rota So they talkin about my money in the city like promoters, hold up [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Z-Ro (Chamillionaire) {Both}] I'm a thug, so my criminal