Z-ro - Gangsta Strut (When I Come Through) lyrics

Tell em again one more motherf**in time ya dig Gangsta Strut you dig know what im talkin bout? [Verse 1: Z-Ro] On the Screw when i come through Breakin' Boys off it's you know who Mister Mister Ro not no ho Me and my n***a chuck 5 double O Back in the game riding mustang Causin' much havoc causin' much pain Leave a bloodstain on the motherf**ing road Hoppin' up and down like a motherf**ing toad Talkin' bout a frog heavy like a log And I got a bunch of dope so I Uhaul Put it in the back ridin' in the Lac It's straight like this and straight like that No it don't matter(hold up) and my pockets is fatter(they swoler) Man f** the chatter you can bump your gums I'll turn your neighborhood into Vietnam With the calico its the street sweeper I'll come through your hood and believe a n***a like me will shut it all down And I'm a do this sh** for this H Town When I'm runnin' my mouth standing on toes Crucifying shows autographs to my hoes Like my patna marcus talkin bout the kicker[?] I'm a come down still got a beeper Yeah I'm old school workin' off the pay phone I ain't even tripping I'm stacking like legos Anywhere that Joseph Wayne McVey goes The camera gone flash pocket full of cash You ain't gotta wonder and you ain't gotta ask If that boy real he gone keep it raw b**h if you scared go to church and call the law Get on your cell phone I got a yellow bone On the 300 candy blue hella chrome Watch me bring it on like the damn movie n***as wanna do me I'm in a jacuzzi f**in with suzie maybe with jackie I don't give a f** man used to call me blackie But i ain't black n***a rather brown I'm a shoot sh** up shut it down for my town Mo City Texas that's where I was raised Did my nights and did my days Through the Willowridge sleeping in the bathroom I don't give a f** I got the gun and I will blast you n***a T lee on the motherf**in' dice Patner named debo but his name Bryce Patner named Fo' but his real name George I'mma come down I don't know what all This f**in' sh** is about in the streets I ain't gone blame you though these n***as gotta eat Tryna get paid tryna get full Like they on a 40oz full of that bull We sippin' on drank sippin' on codeine When it's a shortage on the drank it ain't no lean Lookin for the purple come up with the red Come up with the cotton candy good in my head Good in my cup I took a gulp Man hold up I'm bout to roll up Droppin' in the biggie hoes gettin' with me But I'm from the southside so I dont get jiggy I'm a stand still with the man cannon Its the n***a Ro and the south is where I'm standing Man I'm just holdin' and representing blocks Straight like that i keep my hand on my Glock