Passenger Side

(Z-Ro talking)

Motherfucking Z-Ro, tired of this

Motherfucking passenger side man

When I'ma drive

(Chorus - 2x)

Living in the passenger side

I want to be the driver but I continue to ride

Will the game recognize me as the best

I go from home to the dome

If I'm the king why they don't give me my throne

[Z-Ro]

Living in the passenger side, a way of life

We're in cheves today, because the murderers pay tonight

They tell me I'm a profit when I'm pimping my pen

But my immediate surrounders got me living in sin

I put my faith in a fifty dollar bottle of drink

Using my focus choking smash on the throttle and thank

The lord, for giving me another way to get paid

King of the motherfucking ghetto where these guns get sprayed

Whether I'm fucking with a bitch, I'm breaking benz see lunch

But it's either that or you can't point us casualties when we dump

Street pain is a motherfucker guard me without a dot

It's like a murder scene without a victims hotter, ?selmzyne?

Like my face can't place at the scene of the crime

Multiple shots never saw me but saw the beam of my nine

So rather living as a thug until they give me my credit

Cause I'm the throwdest baby don't you forget it, meanwhile

(Chorus - 2x)

[Z-Ro]

Living in the passenger side, I want to to push a 6 double O

But poverty refuse to let me drive

I wonder why drug dealers and killers live plush

Hoping niggas have a tendency to give up

Do I have to sell my soul, forever living in sin

But is that the price I got to pay to take a spin in the benz

I'd rather stay a poor nigga cause the fire gone burn

No hesitation through my dirt and then my tires gone turn

See I'm living on the passenger side, visualize

I'm coming bombing a condo with black lacquer inside

Took a long time coming, but I'm finally made

I wait for me and my niggas and now we finally paid

Yeah life is gravy, but I want right to the throne

Cause rather reggae, R&B or rap I write to the song

Oh jiggy bitches ain't nothing to me, I slap them down

Real niggas move around cause it ain't nothing to see

(Chorus - 2x)

[Z-Ro]

Living in the passenger side, I've been incarcerated

Plenty of times, never once did they let me slide

I guess it's because of the dark skin I have

Ain't no telling when I release the black Mac 10 I have

Is it a hundred mile motherfucking animal

Gasoline around your residence cause it's flammable

Genocide, I get banned on that, I stand on that

You'll catch me by surprise baby cause I planned on that

And even worse than that, to make me feel low

My black skin is a murdering bust the fucking door

Now if I had three wishes, what would be the first

To bring back all my people that done rolled in a hears

Say hello to my mother we up in paradise

Well reality is full of leaches and parasites

I keep it real with the game, so I report what I see

And tell the chairs of the passenger plus the driver seat nigga

(Chorus - 2x)

(Z-ro talking)

2k1, motherfucking Z-Ro the Crooked

Thou can't stop me nigga

Motherfucking energizer, feel that

S.U.C. for life, south sive for live, uh