Brang a Stacc - Z-Ro

Uhhhh, you get what you pay fo'

Ain’t no customer service, because I say so

These ain’t yours my nigga, these here weigh mo'

Hard for the nigga spending the money, that’s who they fo'

And I ain’t even talking bout dope

If they ain’t talking bout money, then I’m talking bout no

Walking fast spaz out, and then I’m walking out slow

Leave a witness, so my enemies can talk about Ro

I don’t need to do a song with nobody, I do my own thang

Y’all getting off at the same exit, I’m in my own lane

I ain’t gotta go get the Crips, I am my own gang

Another 75 thousand, every time the phone rang

Phone never off, it’s always on mayn

Nigga want a hook and a verse, that’s twenty zones mayn

I hope, Young Jeezy don’t mind

Had to make a hook, out of one of his famous punch lines

It’s taking too long to lock up, bring it back

You were short anyway, so bring a stack

Bring a stack, bring a stack, bring a stack, bring a stack

Bring a stack, bring a stack, bring-a bring-a bring a stack

It’s taking too long to lock up, bring it back

I’m the father, of these rapping and singing cats

Sound like they moaning, show me where they singing at

They trash, I’m not thinking bout thinking bout taking it back

Drankin' & Drivin' and Legendary, they banging that

I go hard if not harder, than all these other famous acts

Ro that ain’t english he speaking, but that’s they favorite track

No wonder our kids go crazy, they be everyday with that

But if you need that real shit, I can hook it up

You thought my cd like it was a bag of coke, and shook it up

You should see me in the kitchen, when I cook it up

I use nothing but real ingredients, I never whoop it up

Last thing I heard, I was the man on these streets

Bitch you gotta pay me ten percent, to stand on these streets

I hope, Young Jeezy don’t mind

Had to make a hook, out of one of his famous punch lines

It’s taking too long to lock up, bring it back

You were short anyway, so bring a stack

Bring a stack, bring a stack, bring a stack, bring a stack

Bring a stack, bring a stack, bring-a bring-a bring a stack

Listen, it’s a lot of people stuck on my old shit

Me I’m on that moving right along, I gotta grow shit

20 years later, they still on that broke shit

Me I want the world, and I’m having it homie no shit

Fish scale ass rappers, can’t get our people high

They just want money, they don’t give a fuck if our people die

I know we lazy, I’m just trying to make our people try

They thank God for me, but they look at me with a evil eye

Lord forgive em, for they know not what they do

The haters be like man we don’t be hating, but they do

I do my own thang, I don’t give a fuck what they do

I can’t save em all, I gotta just let em do what they do

I don’t fuck with the police like that, I’m just trying to do some right

So when they pull you over, they won’t murder you tonight

I hope, Young Jeezy don’t mind

Had to make a hook, out of one of his famous punch lines

It’s taking too long to lock up, bring it back

You were short anyway, so bring a stack

Bring a stack, bring a stack, bring a stack, bring a stack

Bring a stack, bring a stack, bring-a bring-a bring a stack

(*talking*)

Z-Ro, King of the motherfucking Ghetto

Yeah nigga, in there like swim wear without the chin hair

What you worried about what type of tip I’m leaving

For the waitress fo' nigga, get your mind on your money

And get it off of mine, ya dig

Cause I’m in rare form like a bear palm, with a spare arm

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