Текст песни Z-Ro f Jay`Ton, Trae - Long Time
Z-Ro f Jay`Ton, Trae - Long Time слова песни
(*talking*)Here ye here ye, come one come allAn nigga talking down on the Maab, bound to fallKnow I`m saying, Z-Ro the CrookedRepresenting S.U.C., got my nigga Fred in this bitchMy nigga Trae in this bitch, and we don`t giveA damn about you, that`s why we fin to ride[Trae]I bet these boys, out here better recognizeMy team, Guerilla Maab until it`s overRunning bitch niggas over, beaming a glock like I`m a soldierReady for war who that hating on Trae, and knowing they trashThrowing they ass up out my face, if they think of blocking my cashMo` rocks than Damon Dash, independently I`m a threatAKA a vet, and spraying them niggas until they wetI ain`t finished yet I`m a G, and I`m finishing what I startedHalf of these niggas out here be spitting bullshit, like they retardedDisregarded never, I`m better than the rest of the gameYou lame better read my chain, M double A-B be running thangsWith my kin folk Ro dog, and the L dogEverytime let me tell y`all, we thoed I`ma swell y`all(*talking*)Well swell em up thenFuck these old PH bastard ass niggasTalking down on us, bet y`all can`t walk down on usNigga we strapped automatics, semi`s and fully`s[Hook]This one is dedicated, to them niggas that hate itIt`s been a long time, but we finally made itWe the realest of the real, and we can never be fadedIt`s been a long time, but we finally made itWe the future of the funk, you punks is outdatedIt`s been a long time, but we finally made itBreaking laws and jaws, cause you bitches is overratedIt`s been a long time, but we finally made it[Z-Ro]Presidential got a problem, with me making my cashTrying to starve a nigga out, and have me flat on my assOne hundred and sixty thousand, what they suing me fo`But since my shit`s selling, you could never ruin me hoe25 hours a day, I be packing that leadChasing paper so me and Fred, steady stacking our breadI understand that you bullshit niggas, done flip-floppedTrying to hold on to a nigga, hitching a ride to the top(and 97.9), the biggest hoes I knowNow Walter D is my nigga, the rest of em be hating RoWhat do you know, why these niggas all up in my faceBack back I`m about two seconds, from catching a caseWhen I walk up in the club, they act like they don`t see meNervous in my presence, praying that Z-Ro will take it easyI`ma take it hard, while I`m killing em softlyTill they gone, they been hating us for way too long[Hook][Jay`Ton]Slow Loud And Bangin in they face, and niggas acting like hoesI think it`s cause we never went, when we be spitting out flowsGot cash I`m sick with it, I spit it cause I`m a GIt`s the Jay`Ton, repping S.L.A.BWith Ro Dog and Trae, my flag be doing greatUndisputed like weight, when I`m upper cutting in your faceBody blows and jabs, for niggas hating on S.L.A.BYou come with that bullshit, guaranteed I`m beating your assIt been a long time, and we finally made itHopped the slab off the AVE., and I finally sprayed itNo more slanging on the block, cause the block got raidedLike the point on the dice, I can never be faded(*talking*)Yeah, we ain`t gon blow it thoughYou know we got this hoe ass devil on our backOn our motherfucking ass, that nigga can`t face upWith a real nigga though, know I`m sayingNigga know he talk shit, so I be spittingAll motherfucking day long, but it`s still God first thoughThis whole ass world got me this way, you know I`m sayingBout paper, this motherfucking K, motherfucking Tre-8This 4-5, 4-4, shit it goes on and on and onTalking down on us nigga, you getting 17 hundred to the domeSo I know u gon be gone, you know I`m sayingFred get your bread, Trae pass that motherfucking KAnd let`s roll, I`ma continue to blow dro, and we out this bitch