1976년 1월 19일 태어난 Z-Ro(본명: Joseph Wayne Mcvey)는 미국의 랩퍼, 가수 겸 프로듀서이다. 6살 때 어머니가 돌아가시고 거친 인생을 살아온 그는 마약 판매를 하며 하루하루를 먹고 살아야 하는 가난한 처지의 인생이었으나 틈틈히 연습한 랩 실력으로 프리스타일 랩 배틀에 참여하게 되며 자신의 재능을 알게 된다. 그렇게 본격적인 데뷔를 위한 데모 테입을 만들고, 1988년 데뷔 앨범 ‘Look what you did to me’를 발표하며 뜨거운 관심을 받았고 이후 휴스턴의 저명한 힙합 레이블 ‘Rap-a Lot Records’와 계약하며 2004년 발매한 ‘The Life of Joseph W. McVey’로 엄청난 성공과 함께 새로운 인생을 살게 된다. 하지만 2006년 마약 혐의로 감옥에 가게 되는데 같은 시기 발표된 ‘I’m still livin’ 역시 성공하게 되는 놀랄만한 일이 벌어진다. .... ....
[Intro] Smoke somethin, bitch UGK, hold up, talkin bout, uhh
[Pimp C] Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga Polo fuck that Hilfiger Made myself a ghetto star On the slab, sippin barre Smokin weed, sellin white Them other niggaz shit don't come back right That's how niggaz get popped Trying to get the cheaper price Watch yo' paper, guard your life Cause most these niggaz ain't livin right Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight Cause niggaz out here jack every night I keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame Big face hun'erds, keepin the game Hittin the corner in the candy thang Sittin on leather, grippin the grain
[Chorus: Z-Ro] + (Young Jeezy) Good weed, good drink, big money, we- (AYE!) Rollin in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin grain (YEEEAH!) I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed
[Bun B] Well I came in the door, I said it befo' I never fuck a hoe without head no more I never pull up in nuttin less than a four And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile I send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile You can have the bitch nigga, I ain't sending men out Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A. Motherfuck the judge, prosecutor and the DA Head to the H, where the hoes will fuck three way Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say Never hear a hoe say no I won't, no I can't Stop it and no I don't Cause a bitch know that I might just explode And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode Cause a nigga gettin throwed
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Young Jeezy] (adlibs) You already know what it is, nigga Snowman, 16 5 a piece, nigga USDA I grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder) Break out the pot (YUP) heat up the water (DAMN!) Swear to God the minivan do tricks Hit the bricks hit the lions and wow, there go them bricks Slide through the hood (HOOD!) sittin on some big wheels Niggaz coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels Trapstar, my NexTel chirp all day (AYE!) Ridin' dirty, three nines and a four way (G-YEEEAH!)
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z] Big money, mayn - we only ride the best This one and only, big homey Tried to told you I'm thug, ha
So far I'm tourin on foreign land Worldwide I'm known for the Arm & Hamm- -Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man (But the flow's like dope) So it's on again Started with the block, hit it brick by brick Then I charted with the ROC nigga, hit by hit I'm retarded with the glock nigga, clip by clip The competition is none, they deceased to exist Let it breathe a little bit He's off his rocker, he's a lil schitz' Roll like a football, Hov' used to cook raw Now I got the game sewn like granny's good shawl Sure, y'all niggaz want war Y'all got it backwards, y'all should want raw Y'all should want more (and more, and more - uhh!)
[Intro] Smoke somethin, bitch UGK, hold up, talkin bout, uhh
[Pimp C] Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga Polo fuck that Hilfiger Made myself a ghetto star On the slab, sippin barre Smokin weed, sellin white Them other niggaz shit don't come back right That's how niggaz get popped Trying to get the cheaper price Watch yo' paper, guard your life Cause most these niggaz ain't livin right Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight Cause niggaz out here jack every night I keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame Big face hun'erds, keepin the game Hittin the corner in the candy thang Sittin on leather, grippin the grain
[Chorus: Z-Ro] + (Young Jeezy) Good weed, good drink, big money, we- (AYE!) Rollin in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin grain (YEEEAH!) I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed
[Bun B] Well I came in the door, I said it befo' I never fuck a hoe without head no more I never pull up in nuttin less than a four And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile I send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile You can have the bitch nigga, I ain't sending men out Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A. Motherfuck the judge, prosecutor and the DA Head to the H, where the hoes will fuck three way Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say Never hear a hoe say no I won't, no I can't Stop it and no I don't Cause a bitch know that I might just explode And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode Cause a nigga gettin throwed
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Young Jeezy] (adlibs) You already know what it is, nigga Snowman, 16 5 a piece, nigga USDA I grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder) Break out the pot (YUP) heat up the water (DAMN!) Swear to God the minivan do tricks Hit the bricks hit the lions and wow, there go them bricks Slide through the hood (HOOD!) sittin on some big wheels Niggaz coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels Trapstar, my NexTel chirp all day (AYE!) Ridin' dirty, three nines and a four way (G-YEEEAH!)
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z] Big money, mayn - we only ride the best This one and only, big homey Tried to told you I'm thug, ha
So far I'm tourin on foreign land Worldwide I'm known for the Arm & Hamm- -Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man (But the flow's like dope) So it's on again Started with the block, hit it brick by brick Then I charted with the ROC nigga, hit by hit I'm retarded with the glock nigga, clip by clip The competition is none, they deceased to exist Let it breathe a little bit He's off his rocker, he's a lil schitz' Roll like a football, Hov' used to cook raw Now I got the game sewn like granny's good shawl Sure, y'all niggaz want war Y'all got it backwards, y'all should want raw Y'all should want more (and more, and more - uhh!)
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