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Ride All Day

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  • 作曲 : Z Ro
    Now you might catch me bobbing my head, but you will not catch me dancing
    You might catch me getting at a broad, but you will not catch me romancing
    One of the finest emcees out of Houston Texas, from the South end
    Where everyday one of my people, lays down in a coffin
    Yeah it's a lot of playa haters, lip boxing homie
    They don't wanna see me squeezing it, until the empty clips dropping homie
    So accurate with my aim, you best repent for your sins
    My gun cocking is a reminder, that your life is bad at ten
    Though, I don't wanna hurt nobody
    I will not hesitate, to put fo' in your body
    Don't get it twisted, I don't be rapping about smacking fellas to sell c.d.'s
    I'ma really lay my hands on somebody, forget a MP3
    This is real life, secluded from society but this is still life
    Trying to go from thinking about it, to definitely I will life
    After I save myself, I'll be in a position where I can give life
    Thanking Jesus, cause we wouldn't be here if he didn't give his life


    [Hook: x2]
    Ride all day, ride all night
    Can't figure out to stay out of county, but to keep my head right
    Got my name in candy blue letters, between my headlights
    Z-Ro the Crooked the Mo City Don, he's all about bread right


    [Z-Ro:]
    I ride all day, just me and a fat sack
    In case I'm spotted by jackers, I got my black backpack
    With the black mack in it, give me fifty feet or have your hat dented
    I just need a whole lot of, leave me alone
    Bending corners in the Crentley, dripping paint on the streets
    I'm getting paid, everytime I put my pain on a beat
    Sitting on top of 22 inches, glassed up ain't nothing like the fast bucks
    That's how I keep, good kush **** in a bone
    These spreds longs, tend to act so-so
    Just like a brother can't get no love, when his do' low
    Me and my brothers, we do the best that we can
    While trying to give y'all the world, but all we got is two hands
    Tell me why when a hustler get locked up, or take a major loss
    The same woman that was down like fo' flats, will tell him to step off
    That's why I roll, solo
    Hell naw you can't get in with me, cause I don't need no help smoking this do-do


    [Hook x2]


    [Z-Ro:]
    These days, everytime I ride by
    From shining so hard, I can be spotted by the blind eye
    But I'm not capping, just informing y'all that I'm doing rather well from rapping
    Although my records never made it gold, or made it platinum
    But I got a lot of ice, a couple cars and a couple spots
    I don't go to jail no mo', cause my payroll includes a couple cops
    So am I riding dirty, I think y'all already know
    Hydrolic stash spot, is a guarantee the laws gon let me go
    I'ma keep on rolling around, and rolling up this good
    Z-Ro in love with Mo City, and needs no help holding up his hood
    Matter fact I'm one deep, till I see my grave
    But I'm trying to stick around long enough, to see my daughter grown up and paid
    Besides, I don't need nobody calling Sandra
    Or Dorothy Mathews, about me and this bad news
    That's why, I'ma hide behind the limosine tint
    Bending corners with plenty kush, and coedine getting bent


    [Hook x2]

  • 作曲 : Z Ro
    Now you might catch me bobbing my head, but you will not catch me dancing
    You might catch me getting at a broad, but you will not catch me romancing
    One of the finest emcees out of Houston Texas, from the South end
    Where everyday one of my people, lays down in a coffin
    Yeah it's a lot of playa haters, lip boxing homie
    They don't wanna see me squeezing it, until the empty clips dropping homie
    So accurate with my aim, you best repent for your sins
    My gun cocking is a reminder, that your life is bad at ten
    Though, I don't wanna hurt nobody
    I will not hesitate, to put fo' in your body
    Don't get it twisted, I don't be rapping about smacking fellas to sell c.d.'s
    I'ma really lay my hands on somebody, forget a MP3
    This is real life, secluded from society but this is still life
    Trying to go from thinking about it, to definitely I will life
    After I save myself, I'll be in a position where I can give life
    Thanking Jesus, cause we wouldn't be here if he didn't give his life


    [Hook: x2]
    Ride all day, ride all night
    Can't figure out to stay out of county, but to keep my head right
    Got my name in candy blue letters, between my headlights
    Z-Ro the Crooked the Mo City Don, he's all about bread right


    [Z-Ro:]
    I ride all day, just me and a fat sack
    In case I'm spotted by jackers, I got my black backpack
    With the black mack in it, give me fifty feet or have your hat dented
    I just need a whole lot of, leave me alone
    Bending corners in the Crentley, dripping paint on the streets
    I'm getting paid, everytime I put my pain on a beat
    Sitting on top of 22 inches, glassed up ain't nothing like the fast bucks
    That's how I keep, good kush **** in a bone
    These spreds longs, tend to act so-so
    Just like a brother can't get no love, when his do' low
    Me and my brothers, we do the best that we can
    While trying to give y'all the world, but all we got is two hands
    Tell me why when a hustler get locked up, or take a major loss
    The same woman that was down like fo' flats, will tell him to step off
    That's why I roll, solo
    Hell naw you can't get in with me, cause I don't need no help smoking this do-do


    [Hook x2]


    [Z-Ro:]
    These days, everytime I ride by
    From shining so hard, I can be spotted by the blind eye
    But I'm not capping, just informing y'all that I'm doing rather well from rapping
    Although my records never made it gold, or made it platinum
    But I got a lot of ice, a couple cars and a couple spots
    I don't go to jail no mo', cause my payroll includes a couple cops
    So am I riding dirty, I think y'all already know
    Hydrolic stash spot, is a guarantee the laws gon let me go
    I'ma keep on rolling around, and rolling up this good
    Z-Ro in love with Mo City, and needs no help holding up his hood
    Matter fact I'm one deep, till I see my grave
    But I'm trying to stick around long enough, to see my daughter grown up and paid
    Besides, I don't need nobody calling Sandra
    Or Dorothy Mathews, about me and this bad news
    That's why, I'ma hide behind the limosine tint
    Bending corners with plenty kush, and coedine getting bent


    [Hook x2]