Oppian (Ancient Greek: Ὀππιανός, Oppianós; Latin: Oppianus), also known as Oppian of Anazarbus, of Corycus, or of Cilicia, was a 2nd-century Greco-Roman poet during the reign of the emperors Marcus Aurelius and Commodus. He was actually born in Caesarea (now known as Anazarbus), but was mistakenly placed in Corycus by Suidas; both cities were in the Roman province of Cilicia. He composed a series of didactic poems in Greek hexameter: one on hunting (Κυνηγετικά, Kynēgetiká), one on fishing (Ἁλιευτικά, Halieutiká), and one on bird catching (Ἰξευτικά, Ixeutiká). The surviving work on hunting is now believed to be the work of a different Oppian and the surviving prose paraphrase of the work on birding is now thought to describe a work composed by the Dionysus whom the Suda mention as the author of a treatise on rocks (Λιθιακά, Lithiaká).
According to an anonymous biographer, Oppian's father, having incurred the displeasure of a colleague of Marcus Aurelius named Lucius Verus by neglecting to pay his respects to him when he visited Rome, was banished to Malta. Oppian, who had accompanied his father into exile, returned after the death of Verus (AD 169) and presented his poems to Marcus Aurelius, who was so pleased with them that he gave the author a piece of gold for each line, took him into favor, and pardoned his father. Oppian subsequently returned to his native country but died of the plague shortly afterwards at the early age of thirty. His contemporaries erected a statue in his honor, with an inscription which is still extant, containing a lament for his premature death and a eulogy of his precocious genius.
[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