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Z-RO
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Quarterback Vision
(*Vince Young; Z-Ro)
Uh, homie you on't really want me to shine* Like Boston George ain't wanna give up his f'neck to Diego, I'm the type of nigga dat's gonna come up, want me to stay low, The day I leave this bitch in a body bag is what you pray fo, When I'm still livin and y'all hatas get mo mad with every breath I take, Sometime I might spill a nigga but J Prince clean up every mess I make, Some like my quicker picker upper thats ma bounty nigga, Ma piss durty but I ain't smoke but just weed in ma brownie nigga, You don wan run with me I'm ridin with that big gun, Ma fifty caliber shoot so far I call that bitch my vince young, If it's really time to murk you homie, I ain't gonna need a rehearsal homie, Cuz it ain't gonna be a commercial homie, Sex money and murda homie, Call me Vince Young homie I got quarterback vision, I can see the five o's when they blitzin, I see stick up kids targetin Z-Ro for tha stickin, So it's pistols in every room, every bathroom and both kitchens, You better go long homie, cuz you know I throw long homie, But you don't wanna catch this pass, Touchdown for the S-U-C we Soldiers United for Cash, Touchdown like Reggie Bush on a break away, Who gon catch my ass, I don't know nobody that fast, woo woo wooo, I'm feelin so Pimp C right now call me ro che, Yeah yo diamonds shine but not like mine homie that's yo bad, And I ain't even a materialistic guy, I don't luuv money but you might think I do cuz I'll murda you if you try to take sum from me, Look at you know you can't even have an open casket you dumb dummy, And I sleep real good every night cuz ain't none of the bullets come from me, So don't make me Floyd Mayweather Junior yo ass, Like I was a hundred forty-seven pounds with an AK-47 rounds, sit down, I'm official like a referee whistle and tougher than bone gristle, 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Put so much lead in yo ass you could be yo own piencil, Z-Ro The Crook, The King of the Ghetto, yeah homie, that's ma name, And I'm milli as a mothafucka with seventy carats up in my name, Call me Vince Young homie I got quarterback vision, I can see the five o's when they blitzin, I see stick up kids targetin Z-Ro for tha stickin, Do it's pistols in every room, Every bathroom and both kitchens, You better go long homie, Cuz you know I throw long homie, But you don't wanna catch this pass, Touchdown for the S-U-C we Soldiers United for Cash, Touchdown like Reggie Bush on a break away, who gon catch my ass, I don't know nobody that fast, woo woo wooo, Now I ain't never been to 106 and Park and sat on the couch but I'm a legend in this rappin the South, Achoo, excuse me I'm allergic to bitch-niggas, I'm bitch-niggas intolerant, And ma stomach cramp up whenever I run into bitch-niggas, I'm rollin in ma Kobe Bryant on topa duece McAllister's, I'm always in a fo do but I ain't never got no passengers, Good weed, good drank, big money main, I don't get along with y'all fellas but I get money main, Most of the rappas in ma city wanna see me flop, Cuz when I came back home from jail that's when all they shows stopped, I got quarterback vision I ain't never been set, And I don't walk with fifty niggas either how ya luuudat, Call me Vince Young homie I got quarterback vision, I can see the five o's when they blitzin, I see stick up kids targetin Z-Ro for tha stickin, So it's pistols in every room, every bathroom and both kitchens, You better go long homie, cuz you know I throw long homie, But you don't wanna catch this pass, Touchdown for the S-U-C we Soldiers United for Cash, Touchdown like Reggie Bush on a break away, who gon catch my ass, I don't know nobody that fast, woo woo wooo
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