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Z-Ro – Mo City Don


Award winning American Rapper and songwriter, Z-Ro comes out with another heartwarming Hip-hop single titled “Mo City Don”.

This amazing and alluring jam which serves as Track 01 on his debut album project tagged “Let the Truth Be Told” was officially released on 1 March 2005 through RAP-A-LOT 2K Records, Inc.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

Listen up below!.




Z-Ro the Crooked

I know y’all been waiting on this here, yeah

Shit, R.I.P. Big Mello

Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator

All the fallen soldiers man

Southside, Eastside, Westside, Northside

Know what I’m saying

All my partnas, all your dead partnas

But shit, I still feel stressed

Still gotta get something off my chest

Why these hoe niggas be doing what they be doing?

I don’t know though

Shit, fuck it

We gon stay two deep in a fo’ do’

‘Slow Loud And Bangin”, all in my trunk

Trunk full of funk, I ain’t never been a punk

I blow on skunk, I blow on doja

Military minded, I’m a motherfuckin’ soldier

Out the streets of the Ridgemont fo’

Not no bitch and say, I still ain’t a hoe

Lettin’ niggas know, everyday of the year

I pimp my pen and I get my point clear

Why niggas wanna talk down?

I don’t know

Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, from the fo’

With my fo’-fo’ on my side, when I ride

Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box

And I’m gone, nigga old glory

I’m H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Horry

And if I do a murder, flee the murder scene

No missing shortage on the drank, I can’t find no lean

From Southwest to Southeast, bitch

It’s about war not bout peace

Nigga like me, I’m ’bout knockin’ out teeth

Know what I’m sayin’, I’ll loose your grill

A nigga coming down in the Coupe Deville

Looking gravy, looking real throwed

I’ma be the nigga, pullin’ over at the fuckin’ cross road

With my K on my side, I’m ready to ride

And if I gotta go, it’ll be a homicide

Me and another nigga on the way to the Golden Gate

A nigga like me, can’t wait

Just to make it, to another day

Gotta get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way

When I come around your corner so slow

It’ll be the nigga in the damn Polo

That’s the Ralph Lauren, jackers ain’t barring

That’s why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to foreign

Said it like I said it, in the old school

Some niggas they be red, but Z-Ro blue

I come around your corner, but I ain’t set trippin’

But I will, wet niggas and wet women

With the calico, I had to let a motherfucka’ know

That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln fo’ do’

A fox photo, ’cause I do it in a flash

Nigga, watch out, ’cause that could be your ass

I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong

I flex my bicep, then I swole on ’em

Get on the motherfuckin’ bench

And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence

They wonder where I went, they keep looking

I don’t give a fuck, like Tyson I keep hookin’

Or maybe like Lenox, I’m strong to the finish

I’m like the ghetto Popeye, but I don’t need spinach

I’ma keep goin’, I keep on flowin’ just like the Nile

Million dolla’ mouthpiece, everytime I smile

Look and load a, nigga ashtray

Everytime he smile, he can turn the night to day

You can open up the pop and let the smoke come out

We don’t give a damn, ’bout a crooked ass cop

Crooked officer, crooked officer

Make a nigga wanna blow the badge off of ya

Me and Dougie, my motherfuckin’ brother

R.I.P. to my motherfuckin’ mother

That’s the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew

There’s ten toes planted in my motherfuckin’ shoes

I gotta be a man, hope you understand

There’s nothin’, but the work, and the calico in my hand

On a corner on the Ridgevan and I’m serving a fiend

A real live B-Boy and you know what I mean

I be stacking up chips, like Lego

Dark on a punk, just like Calvin Kato

Houston to the Rocket, a fo’-peat like comets

I don’t give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga, make him vomit

On the grind, I’ma take a trip on Greyhound

I be flying on a plane, but the dope is on the ground

Headed to Lake Charles, or headed to Lafayette

Maybe off in Alexandria, but I ain’t finished yet

I gotta make the whole I10, I sin, then I do it again

I get my ends, I’m in my motherfuckin’ Benzy

Got these hoes runnin’ ’round in a frenzy

I be busting full clips ’til they empty

A piece of potent pussy might tempt me

Rain is trying to send me to the Penitentiary

The main reason why, I ain’t friendly

I’m wired up, but I ain’t on no damn slaughter

Dejaun in the back and he got the camcorder

Recording everything, the fo’s gon swang

Still pullin’ up on Fondren and the Main

Looking lovely, got to look good

I throw up Ridgemont fo’ ’cause that’s my hood

Never been a hoe, I’m lettin’ hoes know

I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T but first a G-O-L-D

A motherfuckin’ plaque, I keep it straight and simple like that

Hit a bitch from the back and I use my motherfuckin’ tool

Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the mule

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