Z-Ro lyrics

Z-Ro lyrics

"The Dirty 3rd Lyrics"

Friction Lyrics
I knew it musta been some big set-up All the action just would not let up It's justa little bit back from the main road Where the silence spreads and the men dig holes I begin to spin the tale You complain about my diction It gives me friction It gives me friction But I like friction My eyes are like telescopes I see it all backwards, but who wants hope? If I ever catch that ventriloquist I'll squeeze his head right into my fist


f/ Enjoli, Wood



Shirt off at the Kappa, (trousers on)

Dirty Third, Dirty Third



[Z-Ro]

24/7 and around the clock, I'ma keep

My fingas around the glock, when I bust

I be giving no mercy for no damn body

That's gonna get around the shot

I'm the 007 outta Ridgemont 4, with W double O-D

Can't take no ill to the eye, we come so fly

Don't get it twisted I swear I'm fly, I split up jaws

When I spit out rounds, and I really don't give a damn

When a nigga pull the trick up outta my sleeve

I'm making a deuce to the pistol pad

But I'm figgering that hoe, and she call me hurt

Whatever take yourself, or the blood gon squirt

Give me my money for shots or first

When I lick my shots, I clear the concerts

Jay-Jay and the Den-Den, we gon make a mill in the end then

Our Day Will Come Lyrics
Our day will come And we'll have everything We'll share the joy Falling in love can bring No one can tell me That I'm too young to know I love you so and you love me Our day will come If we just wait a while No tears for us, Think love and wear a smile Our dreams have magic Because we'll always stay In love this way, Our day will come If we just wait a while Our dreams have magic Because we'll always stay
Going overseas, in the jabos and fresh benefits

Decked out to Europe in outfits, steady stacking chips

Slanging birds, with a pen and beat the shit out these verbs

Vocabulary spit nothing but words

Drop mo' songs, than a bird do terds

Riding Excursions, no more 'Burbans, steal them niggas SUV

Screwed Up Click cause my family name, abbreviated like S.U.C.

Cause in the Dirty Third, niggas put prices up on our heads

Cause our cars, be running and haunting

Bitches lose weight, like Jenny Craig



[Hook - 2x]

Its the Dirty Third, slanging rings stacking chips

Quick to pull a strap, empty clips if you trip

Its the Dirty Third, slanging rings stacking chips

We killas with pistol grip, steady letting our rugas rip



[Wood]

We ain't burning the home grown, and Dirty Third where I roam

Slanging bi
Had To (Leave) Lyrics
So you were with us until the last minute And then you were gone from here And I watched and I just figured out That I will never see you again I had a choice You had to leave Into the night This was my choice It's so hard to explain what I meant When I said that I wanted you dead But I saw you fuck up and I just can't get back The feeling I had for you So I put all my strength into my only will It was the only thing to do
ds flipping zones, sipping syrup out our styrofoams

Quick to pull a strap empty clips, if you trip

We killas with pistol grip, steady letting our rugas rip

At the peak of my game I'm gets the grain, I'm leaving a stain

Piece and chain its bezeltaine, bracelets watch and pinky rings

Twenty inches to roll, played and stole and pulling hoes

Serve drank by the four, blowing bud in studios

Its paying me feddy and cheese, triple beams and doja cream

Chop on blades and swang on threes, SUV's and Humvees

The W double O-D, Z-Ro and Enjoli

He said it once befo', look at what you done to me

Thought it was over but it ain't, I separate the real and the fake

You sugar coated bustas, you put the filling in the cake

I'm still balling while moving J-A-T's, SKA no AMG's

In the Dirty Third we shipping ki's and, platinum c.d.'s nigga



[Hook - 2x]I May Never Pass This Way Again Lyrics
(Ray Buzzeo) Little girl don't be so quit to give your love so free Little girl what makes you want to throw yourself with me Just in your teens you're lookin' more like twenty one You run ahead of life when it's only just begun. Don't you know I may never pass this way again. Little girl you'd better go before I'd change my mind Little girl walk away while you still have the time It's just a part of growin' up someday you'll see Then you'll wonder
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[Enjoli]

Little figga to you hoes, and all my foes

I done squashed the plex so what's next, I rose

From the bottom to the top, Third Coast won't stop

Southsive for live, when trunks knocking tops drop

And the G's body rock, I ride to these

Looking good gripping wood, with a ounce of the tweed

Having fun in the sun, making money by the tons

Stacking papas pulling capas, staying sharp for the evil ones

So lay it down 'fore the sparks fly

S.U.C. full of moves, niggas we on the rise

Hopping outta wide bodies, and it don't stop

Enjoli be the queen, and you bout's to ride (say what)

It be so lovely it be so nice, being twice

Stay blinding you hoes, six figgas and reunite

Moving state to state, pushing albums like weight

Better regulate, and still screeeeaming



[Hook - 3x]


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