don't make it, don't cry now, I'm still in your hearts I hope I get to go to heaven, my Lord [Z-Ro] In case I don't make it, I want niggas to know I
Traduzione: Z-Ro. Make It.
(feat. Z-Ro) Southside, yeah, it's going down Bout to turn it out, H-A dub K Z-Ro The Crooked, it's going down [Chorus] Man hold up it's going down
to you, from my soul And it goes [Hook: Small Boy] This one's for my people, around the way To all the ones, who keep it player made For staying down
Neva-ro!) All the brothers say; Fuck Martinez! Fuck, fuck Martin-ez! (Fuck Martinez! Fuck, fuck Martinez!) Now bring it all down! Now make it funky!
up get out, get on and get your paper It's Y2K mayn, no time for you fakers [Z-Ro:] All I ever wanted, was a piece of mind Doing it legal going crazy
never switched gears When you met him it was like, you been knowing him twenty years Was never fake, blessed to make the rap scene elevate Genius, watch that boy slow it
[J-Ro] Yeah, Alkaholiks! J-Ro, Tash, E-Swift That's right We're not done Uh-uh, c'mon Ain't it drunk King, Tee, he drink wit us Defari, he drink wit
his gun it's like "aww shit!" When we up next to flow it's like "aww shit!" That's my nigga J-Ro Tha Alkahol-iks [Verse Two: J-Ro, Tash] I've got senoritas
just to make it live [Tash] One for you [J-Ro] One for you [Tash] One for you [J-Ro] One for you [Tash] A few for your crew [J-Ro] This one's for you
stinky The freshest, yes it's, the rhymer with the bottle Kickin it with my homie like Lamont do with Rollo Live at the Apollo, they still couldn't do it
J-Ro] I've been told that my style is so cold it make your nose run and j I make the ladies say, "Make money money!" I used to have a curl but I cut my
da wieder?' [Tash] And I'm the superstar-studded, warmblooded, heavily butted Rhyme killer from the Westcoast, hate it or love it When push come to shove it
the air, you know how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha
(feat. Z-Ro, J. Prince) [J. Prince:] Awww yeah... what's up pimp I feel ya prescence right now Yo bun. you know many are called but few are chosen You
you hataz But check this out, this aint no fantasy team We keep one hundred, like Z-Ro says \"One Deep\" Crush you like a three hundred pound linebacker, still feel it