• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Still Get No Love - Abn
• S.O.S. - Abn
• Rain - Abn
• In My City - Abn
• A.B.N. - Dark Mordor
• It Is What It Is - Abn
• A.B.N. - Abn

[Chorus x2: Z-Ro]
All you hoes still get no love
All you can get is a "fuck you"
Get mad if you want to
Kiss my black ass
[Verse 1: Z-Ro]
Playa
I understand why you hate me
Cause I'm on the radio and on the T.V.
And your baby mama won't stop callin' my phone
(Stop callin' my phone)
A couple of grillin' bids in my past
Cause I got caught up in the game
Now it's 750, 000 dollars later
And 18 grand everytime I pick up my telephone
[Verse 2: Trae]
Bitch
I'm doing my thang
Focusing on getting my change
And you ain't getting nothing
I'm cool so please stay out of my face
For worries stay up under my waist
N then I get to dumping on you bitch
[Chorus x2: Z-Ro]
All you hoes still get no love
All you can get is a "fuck you"
Get mad if you want to
Kiss my black ass
[Verse 3: Z-Ro]
Too many years I'd done payed the price
I ain't got no time for no more drama in my life
Day after day I'm still grindin' hoes
If I ain't grindin' for nobody else,
I'm grindin' for Ro
Dats why there's diamonds on my hand
And swangers on the caravan
I'm a Asshole By Nature
Yes I am (ha)
I thought I told ya'll deep down south
We don't play
Don't get too close
Cause nigga I'm goin' spray everyone of ya'll
Piss me off and I'm a murder everyone of ya'll
I'm gon let the top down
With my favorite screw tape bangin'
Betta roll cruise control as the cigarello blows
Cell phone ringing, traffic light changin'
[Chorus x2: Z-Ro]
All you hoes still get no love
All you can get is a "fuck you"
Get mad if you want to
Kiss my black ass
[Verse 4: Trae]
You must be crazy
I still don't luv you roach ass hoes
Don't excuse my gangsta
Fuck you n everybody, I'm a Asshole
Go head, catch a attitude
I'm a do me, whether you like it or not
But one thing you gon have to do
Is kick rocks
When you get the fuck up out of my drop
Ain't no need to callin' my phone
You can keep on roachin' on your own
Thinking I'm a chill but baby you're wrong
Cause I don't luv no bitch
These swaggers made out 22 inches of chrome
I got a reputation with money too long
Dispespect me, you'll get more then a song
So please stay the fuck off my dick
[Chorus x2: Z-Ro]
All you hoes still get no love
All you can get is a "fuck you"
Get mad if you want to

Chores Z-ro-Trae
Please don't get out of line
(i slap a nigga)
owe me money better give me mine
(i slap a nigga)
and if you cross over that line
(i slap a nigga4x)
Trae
If you disrespectin my song
(i slap a nigga)
If you right i think your wrong
(i slap a nigga)
if a nigga speak out of tone
(i slap a nigga4x)
Z-ro Verse 1

IM A GANGSTA MY NIKKA FROM MY HEAD TO MY FEETIM A GANGSTA MY NIKKA FROM MY HEAD TO MY FEET
EVER SINCE I WAS A YOUNGIN I BEEN LIVIN IN THE STREETS
KEEP IT MOVIN YOU DONT WANNA GET IT GOIN WITH ME
I CAN GET YOUR WHOLE FAMILY WIPED OUT FOR LESS THAN A G
THE OG STANDS FOR ORGANIZED GENERAL
STREET EDUCATED AND GRADUATE INTO A CRIMINAL
I MAKE IT RAIN BUT I AINT TALKIN ABOUT MONEY FROM THE SKY
IM TALKIN BOUT EVERYBODY DYIN
WHEN THE WHOLE CITY GONE IM THE KING OF THE GHETTO
ZRO IS A ONE MAN TEAM IN THE GHETTO
SOMTHIN SOMTHIN SOMTHIN IM GETTIN GREEN IN THE GHETTO
A MILLION DOLLARS NEVER STILL SEEN IN THE GHETTO
A TRRUNK FULL OF ARTILARY READY TO REACH OUT AND TOUCH SOMEBODY
IM INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE I DONT HAVE POSITIVE THOUGHTS THE ONLY THING I CAN PICTURE IS f**kIN UP SOMEBODY
WALK LIKE IM RED BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN
AINT GOT A REASON TO FEAR IT IF ITS A MAN
45 IN MY LEFT HAND IF IT IN MY RIGHT HAND+
357 IN MY OTHER HAND
(WHY)CAUSE I NEVER FIGURED ME OUT A TRIGGER HAPPY NIKKA YOU CAN NOT f**k ME
CAUSE IM BOUT TO OPEN YOUR MOTHERf**kIN ASS UP LIKE A CHRISTMAS GIFT
CUS THERE AINT NO LOVE NO LOVE
RO AND TRAE ASSHOLE BY NATURE NO DOUBT
MOTHERf**kERS CAN YOU STAND THE RAIN
WE GONE SHUT YOUR BLOCK DOWN
TELL ME NIKKA CAN YOU STAND THE RAiN

Chorse z-ro
The things thats are on my mind when i be slidin by in my city (in my city)4x
Z-ro verus
I bet you wanna know whats on my mind when i slid by mean muggin relive but some these strees dont fuck wit me you get this beat cuz i aint tryin to look in the rear view cuz if i did pass this follow march tired livin in the pass bitch murrder pain like it cologne but yall niggas tell me to be strong but yall niggas dont even know what the fuck is really goin on don dada seachin for my thorne ill regin some day heartless muthafuckers celebrite black sunday i blow dro as the dirt covers the coffin up

Lipták, Ïuriš - Ïuriš
Stratený èas návrat
myšlienok spä?
na konci síl
kde sa pohnú?
zdrhnú? niekam preè
zriec? sa života
uvo¾ni? putá vlastnej reality
z nepochopených slov
niè nezostáva keï nechápeš
bledý scenár dní.
Sólo - Ïuriš
Niè nezmeníš, niè nezostáva
vlastný svet, nedobytný, mrazivý.
Sólo - Ïuriš
Tichá idea, duševné týranie
màtvy prameò horúcich såz
pred vlastným ja skrývaš si tvár
faloš - ¾udský faktor, umieraš sám.
Nech sa snažíš, nech chceš
vždy to konèí, "Happy End" umiera
najbližší èlovek, najväèší zradca
vlastná cesta, priamo do pekla.
Sólo - Lipták, Ïuriš, Lipták, Ïuriš, Lipták

(Chorus - Pimp C + Z-Ro Repeat 2x)
Everytime we hit the parkin lot - we turn heads
Every - Everytime we hit the parkin lot - we turn heads
Every - Everytime we hit the parkin lot - we turn heads
Some hoes wanna choose, but them bitches too scary
Everytime I hit the parkin lot I turn heads
I told J replace the swisha's with hundreds to burn bread
On that other shit too much attention attract feds
Like it was cool then parkin my Lac by the sherm heads
Hood figgas got these niggas tryna swagga jack
They old school they could never get they swagga back
Caliminio seats, steppin on the plastic mats
I gave the hood a heart attack, bangin some classic Pat
Who's next to plex? bitch I got that plastic mac
Belts jumpin off the trunk, now watch me pass the rats
Niggas hatin on the truth I'm bout to pass it back
They prolly pissed I lit the torch and never passed it back
I'm Houston along, some people might say that I'm wrong
But I'm a asshole - rules don't apply in my zone
Slugs might fly out the chrome, my gangsta too fly to be cloned
I ride by sayin fuck you and continue to roam
(Chorus - Pimp C + Z-Ro)
Uh I use to rock green converse and tan dickies
Way befo ballin, not playin with hundreds and fifties
Parkin lot pimpin from the passenger side
My partna's lookin good in they ride, so I had to get mine
24/7 I was on my grind
Lookin forward to shinin and lookin lovely
Lookin forward to niggas hatin cause they bitches wanna fuck me
But ain't nobody gon'touch me cause I'm a boss
Fuck around and send a wave thru a niggas house
And it'll wipe his whole family out
Anyway, I'm on top of my game today
Plus I'm on top of my page today
Asshole By Nature, I'm real and the fake gon'fade away
Fogori glasses sittin on my nose, the Dodge is sittin on 84's
And Z-Ro treats his clothes, better then his hoes
I wrap Alligator skin around my toes
Lamborghini doors, open up and close - my mouth, my neck, my wrist is froze
I'm doin this shit for Robert Earl Davis and John Hawkins
I'm the center of attention I got the whole city talkin
(Chorus - Pimp C + Z-Ro)
Everytime I hit the parkin lot I turn heads
Havin money even though the record label ain't pay me my bread
I go get it and then come back with it cause I'm a street nigga
My people need to be fed, I'm a make sure all my people can eat nigga
And we ain't fuckin with wing dinners no mocause we feast nigga
With expensive taste that's the name of the game, ain't fuckin with it if it come cheap nigga
I got out of jail on July 9th, spent the night in the Hotel
The next day I was in a new house, big body in the driveway - bitch I'm makin that mail
I told 'em the world'll see me in a minute
I went and got my weight up and graduated from broke to callin shots like a leuitenant
Now when I slide by people be lookin like who the fuck is that?
Jackers watchin but I'll be the first to show 'em where they luck is at
It ain't too wise to get to close to me
Cause when it get gangsta, you'll see me show you how it's 'ppose to be
I'm here to show my hustle when I get this bread
I don't give 'em the blues
I give 'em a brace around they neck from the way that I'm turnin heads

[Chorus x2: Z-Ro]
All you hoes still get no love
All you can get is a "fuck you"
Get mad if you want to
Kiss my black ass
[Verse 1: Z-Ro]
Playa
I understand why you hate me
Cause I'm on the radio and on the T.V.
And your baby mama won't stop callin' my phone
(Stop callin' my phone)
A couple of grillin' bids in my past
Cause I got caught up in the game
Now it's 750, 000 dollars later
And 18 grand everytime I pick up my telephone
[Verse 2: Trae]
Bitch
I'm doing my thang
Focusing on getting my change
And you ain't getting nothing
I'm cool so please stay out of my face
For worries stay up under my waist
N then I get to dumping on you bitch
[Chorus x2: Z-Ro]
All you hoes still get no love
All you can get is a "fuck you"
Get mad if you want to
Kiss my black ass
[Verse 3: Z-Ro]
Too many years I'd done payed the price
I ain't got no time for no more drama in my life
Day after day I'm still grindin' hoes
If I ain't grindin' for nobody else,
I'm grindin' for Ro
Dats why there's diamonds on my hand
And swangers on the caravan
I'm a Asshole By Nature
Yes I am (ha)
I thought I told ya'll deep down south
We don't play
Don't get too close
Cause nigga I'm goin' spray everyone of ya'll
Piss me off and I'm a murder everyone of ya'll
I'm gon let the top down
With my favorite screw tape bangin'
Betta roll cruise control as the cigarello blows
Cell phone ringing, traffic light changin'
[Chorus x2: Z-Ro]
All you hoes still get no love
All you can get is a "fuck you"
Get mad if you want to
Kiss my black ass
[Verse 4: Trae]
You must be crazy
I still don't luv you roach ass hoes
Don't excuse my gangsta
Fuck you n everybody, I'm a Asshole
Go head, catch a attitude
I'm a do me, whether you like it or not
But one thing you gon have to do
Is kick rocks
When you get the fuck up out of my drop
Ain't no need to callin' my phone
You can keep on roachin' on your own
Thinking I'm a chill but baby you're wrong
Cause I don't luv no bitch
These swaggers made out 22 inches of chrome
I got a reputation with money too long
Dispespect me, you'll get more then a song
So please stay the fuck off my dick
[Chorus x2: Z-Ro]
All you hoes still get no love
All you can get is a "fuck you"
Get mad if you want to
Kiss my black ass