Ro & Bun - Z-Ro

When we in the club, we got guns

You don’t wanna run up, on that Z-Ro and that Bun

Shit talkers, get a hole in they tongue

Shake your hand or crack your head, boy we don’t bar none hold up

Sharp as a razor blade, bitch don’t step on my shoes

You out your mind, thinking I won’t pull out this weapon on you

Phoenix Amare gators hater, yeah I’m stepping on you

So you better have at least, a 3−57 on you

Your woman is in the club, to show me love

That’s why you mean mugging me bro, but I don’t give a fuck

Don’t let this suit fool ya, cause I was raised to grub

All that touchy-feely shit, the quickest way you get fucked up

I know you feeling real good, you full of that sherm and alcohol

But it ain’t nothing friendly about me, I am not your pal at all

Unless you Rochelle and do nails, with them thick ass thighs

Otherwise I’mma leave a cereal bowl hole, in y’all bitch ass guys

When we in the club, we got guns

You don’t wanna run up, on that Z-Ro and that Bun

Shit talkers, get a hole in they tongue

Shake your hand or crack your head, boy we don’t bar none hold up

It was the summertime, and Bun is down to mack a ho (ho)

You know I graduated, from my pimping class in '94

So the sco' already known, before the game is played

Trill niggas is getting paid, bitch niggas is getting sprayed

Layed down, like a sheet on the bed

With that heat to your head, I split you from the white meat to the red

And from the red meat to the bone, when I hit your street with the chrome

Bitch you best to beat your feet, and get gone

But if haters I find that hid (hid), and think they got away with what they did

Prepare for your bitch ass, to get slid

Put that on my mama (mama), I put on for my town

Put that thang up to yo' melon, and put your ass in the ground hol' up

When we in the club, we got guns

You don’t wanna run up, on that Z-Ro and that Bun

Shit talkers, get a hole in they tongue

Shake your hand or crack your head, boy we don’t bar none hold up

I don’t really wanna do it take some pictures, and sign some auto-ma-graphs

Find a lil' bit of love for after the club, and put this rod on her ass

So I might be up and down your boulevard, picking up your baby mama mayn

And you already know I’m strapped, best thang for you to do save the drama mayn

I’m an asshole by nature, by my god damn self

I don’t love see war this bitch, I only love my god damn wealth

Behind respect I go to war, cause I’m a fool in this bitch

I’m ready to work I’m a mechanic, I got my tools in this bitch

From Mo City to Port Arthur, we all underground kings

Meet me in Mo City, and I’ll show you what underground mean

I got a rifle size hand cannon, gat in the club

Murder your ass tonight, tomorrow I’ll be back in the club for real

When we in the club, we got guns

You don’t wanna run up, on that Z-Ro and that Bun

Shit talkers, get a hole in they tongue

Shake your hand or crack your head, boy we don’t bar none hold up