One Two Z-Ro (Ft. Billy Cook)

[Intro: Z-Ro]
Screwed Up Click for life
Z-Ro the Crooked
A.K.A. the king of the ghetto
But y'all can call me Rotha Vandross this year though you dig?
Anyway man
I'm just out here tryna shake the muthafuckin' pot and pull a dollar out
You know what I'm talkin' bout
Everyday all day
Heavy not small play nigga what

Haha, Uhh

[Verse 1:Z-Ro]
I wake up early in the evening 'round 5:30 or 6:00
My nextell beepin' from all the calls I missed
Brush my grill till it looks like whats around my wrist
Drop some kush in a cigarillo and then give it a twist
Pull out a black t-shirt
Beige Dickie pants
Black house shoes
Can't forget my candana to give em the blues
Open up the safe and grab some paper
Call Fo' up at Hemp Sports Clips and let him know I need another taper
Call up one of the smokers to wash my ride
Just like at the car wash but he gon' do it right outside
I don't kick it with fellas
I kick it with broads
Fellas act like females
So why not kick it with a woman from the start
My mind marinated full of liquor
Remember me in the hoo-doo with expired tags and stickers
But I'm on swangas today
And everything is blue over grey
Look out Houston Texas
Z-Ro is on his way I'ma let the top down