Burbans &Amp; Lacs Lyrics by Z-ro

Burbans &Amp; Lacs

[Lil' Flip]Rest in peace Big Mello, we gon miss you niggaMan I done lost so many homies, I need tissue niggaTaking million dolla pictures, me and all of my niggazIn three years, I plan to have stacks like JiggaAw naw hell naw man, y'all done up and done itWe chiefing like everyday, smoking bluebonic chronicI did it I done it, this rap beef you know who won itI'm five million worldwide, I got mo' moneyEurope paid me eighty G's, for a hour showAnd any nigga would be a damn fool, not to goYou rap about Amsterdam nigga, I really beenAnd over there, you could get ten blunts for tenI smoke over and over again, God forgive meCause I'm a young thug, with tattoos in my skinFour hundred thousand dolla Benz, with my name on my rimsAnd when I pull up hoes be like, I know that's him[Z-Ro]Sometime I flip in a cream Caddy, sometime I flip in a FleetwoodYou know the one with the platinum skin and the chrome spinning shoes, that fill the feet goodMight slide in my Dodge Intrepid, or the limousine tint ov
er 83's and fresh meatGarunteed to squeeze when enemies test me, I'ma empty the clip and reload againAin't got no gal ain't got no friends, only thing I give a damn about is my endsI wish Screw-Zoo was alive, so I could watch him make another Dub againI'm mad at the world fuck love again, cause my so called partnas think I'm cappingBitch I've earned the right to live the good life, y'all know how long I've been rapping[Hook - 2x]We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blueThat's the only way we ride, chopping blades like ScrewI'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro the Mo City DonAnd all we do is get money, [where I'm from][Lil' Flip]You know, I'm thinking of a master planI got chrome fans, on my promotional vanI'm the new Liberraci, look at how this shit got meI fuck with D-Block, and the Dip Set posseMy spinners don't stop, y'all rappers don't shopCause your jeweler told me, you be wearing fake rocksAnd if I catch you in my hood homie, you can't leaveCause I do niggaz like Fabolous, man the
y can't breatheI got a trick up my sleeve, don't ever pick up my weedAnd I don't tell my hoes bye, I fuck 'em get up and leaveAnd when I pass by the laws, I gotta switch up my speedCause my spider on the highway, doing 153[Hook - 2x][Z-Ro]Every morning I wake up, and give my praises to GodJust for letting me see another sunrise, cause sometime making it through the night is hardLiving in a place where cheering kills, cheering and police be the civilianLord I've been calling you so long, I wonder if you even hear meEven though I can call a whole heep a burdans, I know there's a bunch of blessings as wellI remember when I had to sleep on benches, straight rob motherfuckers and leap over fencesIn a single bound, I wish my mama could see me nowAin't no detectives trying to see me now, with no rival gangs trying to beat me downIt's MTV and BET now, and ain't no mo' regular weed ain't nothing but the best herbWith a grandaddy size cup of codiene, straight eight over ice nigga yes sirI'm leaning
like I need a V8, representing for the 3rd CoastLook respect the South, and we gon see straight see straight[Hook - 2x]