nigga, rest your head [Chorus - 2x] This is where they all fall down Putting burners to they brain, till it bang There's no way for the real, to maintain This is where they all fall down
, rest your head [Chorus - 2x] This is where they all fall down Putting burners to they brain, till it bang There's no way for the real, to maintain This is where they all fall down
Traduzione: Z-Ro. All Fall Down.
world up under my feet Making imitators duketators, bow down and can't compete From a G to a G, this here's for you to me Staying down putting it down
of all Bullshit MC's I motherfuckin curse 'em all Like my Nikes white like them birds that don't even chirp at all Alkaholiks nurture y'all, hip-hop babies, burpin y'all
fall Cause I been movin ahead since the day I learned to crawl Y'all, aww shit, let me make a wish I wish all the bunk MC's turn to fish So I could just
dead [Z-Ro] Down to ride red but I'ma ride blue in the turning lane looking just like Screw 300 Crissy, don't think they doors, Everybody know Z-Ro's
my mamma I'm too trill [Hook: Z-Ro] Iiiiii'm too trill, too, too too real All about my dolla bills and even if I tried I could never fall off too much
wish, I wish I didn't have to write to this, recite to this Blow a square flight to this, but Screw you missed All I can do is sit back, and reminisce It was all
us coming down, and we're holding It's the Z-Ro, Slim Thug and E.S.G. We don't give a damn about none of these hoes We all about our do', we ain't tripping
you know I take it back, once I dig it in you [Hook: Z-Ro] [Trae] What it do baby girl, I know you know about the Guerilla Maab type thugs Staying down
the Motherfucking tape drop, know I'm saying Remember "Dedicated 2 U", all you soft ass Pussy foot ass niggas, well this one Dedicated to all y'all, hold up [Z-Ro
Man y'all know, the South is so real Down for the green, to make the world see It's all about, my family and me I ride for y'all, and y'all ride for
we cocked up Creased out and we rocked, for hatas we glocked up If your bopper mouth open, fa sho they get stopped up Guerilla Maab who we be, me, Z-Ro
the way it's suppose to be Then faking the fame, and trying to be somebody else Of royalty, because it ain't my name [Hook: Peaches & Z-Ro (Z-Ro)] Too
the rap state Let's conjugate, hop in the Benz Guerilla Maab and Dead End On that chase for benjamins In this shit, we play to win [Hook] [Z-Ro
