Z-ro - Jaccers Wanna Know lyrics

[Intro - 2x] When I'm rolling chrome You can get one in your dome b**h n***a, your cover is blown [Mike D] I got the cut dog sitting low, outside front do' This how a Texas boy, ride on 84's Yeah, I'm the whole pint sipper Candy paint tipper, plus wood grain gripper Hit downtown, and squash all the plex They like damn, there's Z-Ro and Mike D and T-Rex It's welcome to H-Town, it's 3rd Ward talking When the hog go to the barking, y'all n***az know to park it All that extra etcetera, y'all don't want no problem This thang under my waist, came here to solve it A n***a jack me, I'll jack you back Cause it's a must I roll Lac, with the fifth in the back Hear them old school playing, with a whole bunch of money Still do it in these streets, like I'm young and just start coming The Black Victor new mayn, straight out of Screwston Rolling on chrome, tell them haters bring it on Ro [Chorus - 2x] Jackers wanna know, what I'm holding on When I'm rolling chrome You can get one, in your dome b**h n***a, your cover is blown [Z-Ro] Now whenever I'm seen in the city, I'm looking so grown Either the Crentley or the van, I'm on top of something so chrome Candy blue paint on my car, candy blue paint on my van I know it look like diamonds on the steering wheel, but they on my hand Just look at my piece and chain, ain't this proof that I'm having thangs But dude I tell ya back up, and with the mac soon as you snatch it mayn End up just like Showtyme, he got robbed bout three or fo' times Bling-blinging ain't for everybody baby, but Ro gon' shine Pardon me if you don't mind, Mo City my stomp ground Use to call us pretty n***az, until we started leaving chalk outlines Tote big pistols and walk round, and seek out those who talk down Run up in em like a dil*o, then spray the place lay the law down Ain't none of my riches come for free, I broke my back to make it And since my spine still hurting, I'll be damned if anybody's taking Anything I worked hard fo', when I slaved over the stove What you see me with go inside the box with me, f** you hoes ah-ha [Chorus - 2x] [Mike D] I bought a Cadillac, dropped it on the street top Think it was '88 I start slanging crack rock, yeah Same year, was the birth of Corleone Caught me sliding up Main, by Camroe on chrome Grill under my woman, see me when I'm coming Looking for you haters, with my 18's humming I was crawling hurting, breaking up the strip Chrome 84's, hell yeah they been dipped n***a [Z-Ro] A message to anybody, in a candy coated fo' do' f**ing with a fast food drive through, is a no-no Get done like Kane did ol' boy, in that Mustang In Menace II Society, die or give it up quietly Hold what you got, gon' bring them 84's out a lot Jackers'll find out where you lay your head, and be at your spot That's why my pistol be in my lap, when I be rolling It's not playa to leave home rolling, and come back strolling [Chorus - 2x]