About "Cocaine" album:
This page contains lyrics from the album
"Cocaine" by Z-Ro, which was released in 2009 and consists of 11 songs.
Bottom To The Top
Bottom all the way to top
And it seem like a struggle so I had to get out
I'm bout my paper so I had to smash
150 on my dash
So you know I'm rollin fast
All about my cash
Since 16 I can remember a Benz on her
Bring My Mail
I'd Like to thank my fans, For all the love mail and the hate mail
Everytime I was in jail and the judge didn't let me make bail
The prosecutor gave me my time and laughed in my face
Cuz he knows I'm goin from first to last place
So I'm making out another commissary list
Stamped envelopes, and soups, oatmeal, and tuna fish
Soda, candy, kool offs, coffee as close to codine as I can get it
Hoping this weekend I get another visit
I been through enough with you
For a matter fact to much with you
And loving doesn't mean I will continue to fuck with you
This aren't a fuck you song, it's a thank you for not loving me, causing me to love myself
This is an I love you song.
How can I please somebody that can't be please?
There aren't nothing for Z-ro to do but leave.
Aren't no such thing as a happy home unless I'm leaving alone
Even though it's not your time of mouth your cycle is on.
Though I get enough beef in the street to eat,
Can't Leave Drank Alone
It's Biggie B...
I can't leave drank alone got me feenin (feeling feeling good feeling like a boss cuz I'm flipping through the hood)
I can't leave drank aloneee... Got a nigguhh feenin
(Aint even goin to lie this drank gots me feeling
Like I'm walking on the sky )
Doing Just Fine
They say success is the best revenge that's the reason I'm always on my grind
I promise to god aint got no paper to lend yall motherfuckers must be out yall mind and I don't really don't give a f--k if it b family or friend I aint givin up one god damn dime I'm leaving all yall bit*hes behind, I'm leaving all u bit*hes behind, that's right.Z-ro da croocked king of the ghetto, n da Mo city Don dats a hell of a man n he aint trying to buy no wolf tickets either homie so aint no use in sellin them mannnn.you damn right a hell of a huslte aint gon to get you nothing but sum hell of a grands.dope feelin like money in my handsss.Money over bs I know you understand.that's right, that's right
I'm doing just fine homie I don't need no help especially when it comes to spending my wealth
I'm doing just fine I'm one deep because I love myself, n see jealousy is bad for my health
I'm doing just fine without you in my life my life, I don't need u in my life, my life, I don't want you in my life, my life, all I want is da cash all of yall can kiss my a-s
I'm still a gangsta, pussy niggas better stay up out my way, frown on my face I'm holding my hk, handle'n biznezz dig'n ditches everyday, hey, still a gangstaaa pussy niggas better stay up out my way n ima be a real na until I'm old & grey n da whole world wanna kno just what I got to say...
S.U.C until I D-I-E, dats all I ever will be, ima keep holding it down n doing this damn thing for my town none of these bit*hes aint gonna come around and it's gonna be like dat till I'm in da ground, that's right
Haterz Got Me Wrong
Haters got me wrong... haters got me wroooong... Haters got me wro-ooo-ong.
Early in the morning, I daydream cause I'm locked down. And I can't help but, to reminisce about when I was back in H-Town. When I was ridin candy blue piece and chain hangin doin my thang in R-A-P... But now I can't help but to wonder if God has forgotten about me. I can still taste the juicy sour... it ain't never been too sweet... and I never did nothing to nobody... jus tried to stay up on my feet. Why does it seem like everybody wanna see me B-R-O-K-E... ya'll can eeeaaattt... a meaty dick baby, I know you wanna see me fall, but I want it all man these haters got me wrong.
Haters got me wrong... haters got me wroooong... Haters got me wro-ooo-ong.
I Don't Give A Damn
I need Christ, that's the only thing I know, I really can't breath right, I'm strangled by animosity from by own people, lately it's hard to be nice, my face is frowned up everywhere I go, and I can't sleep nights I'm in my ride tryin to find my foes (Why You Be Trippin Z-ro?)
They say my music won't make it, cause I don't rap cars or dancing, I rap pain, poverty and fraud romancing, who gon represent for that brother on death row and let him know whether he did it or not god has his back from the get go, a lil mama that's hustlin riskin her freedom, house full of kids and none of the baby daddies around and she just tryn to feed em, even if she's layin on her back for bread, instead of talkin about her show her to earn it without opening legs, why my people rather point fingers and turn up their noses, showin love then strikin a match, ya aint that so explosive, and I'm guilty just like everobody else cause when I'm talkin to yall I'm talkin to self, I know your tired of shown love and never gettin it showed back to ya when all you need is a hug your people show they backs to ya, well hear me when I tell you everytime the world in a devil dig shift, God s your homie, can't nobody in the world fuck with ya...
If you feel like you wanna die sometimes you can release stress to this, just keep god first in your life, even when you feel like he ain't blessin it, If you get mad like I get mad, then you be agged like everyday, but all u gotta do is learn to let go and let god handle it, aint nothin you can say...
I don't give a damn, but all these fellas droppin salt on your name, I don't give a damn, but you can't pay your bills cause ur short on your change, I don't give a damn, man I just saw your woman huggin and kissin another man, I don't give a damn, Cause God got me & if u don't know you better ask somebody...
Screwed up click for life Z-Ro tha crooked aka tha king of the ghetto but ya'll can call me rotha vandross this year though ya digg
Anyway mayne I'm just out here tryna shake tha mothafucken pot & pull a dolla out u nawmtalknbout?
Everyday all day heavy not small pay niggah what
Ha haaa... uhh I wake up early in tha evening around 5:30 or 6
My nextel beepin from all tha calls I missed,
Brush my grill until it looks like what's around my wrist
On My Grind
Uhhhh oh, y'all motherfuckers done fucked up now
Man Z-Ro the crooked the mothafuckin Moe-city don
Yeah nigga I done hooked up with Rap-A-Lot
Knahimsayin I know y'all don't like that
But fuck y'all though feel me
[Verse 1: Z-Ro]
From mansions, to Hummers, resently I want it all
Like every other nigga that's twenty-six I wanna ball
That's why I get off my rump and I go and get it(go and get it)
Let Me Ask You Something
Why You Spend All Your Time Talking About Me
Cause I'm Smokeing Drinking And Getting Paid
And Your Still Doing Bad Without Me
I Know You don't Want To See Me Shineing
I Know You Want To Have What I Got
But I've Been Hustleing
Handleing My Business
It's My Time Weather You Like It Or Not
Just Stay The Hell Out My Way
Type Of Ni**a I Am
Every morning I wake up I start my day off wrong firing up that kush before I even put my clothes on
Load my Glock 40 before I even wash my face I do these types of things so I won't be a murder case
When I'm rollin in my ride there be a look on my face so cold starin at your ass so hard I
Can see straight through to your soul
Ain't no tellin when somebody tryna get me for my riches I used to leave em' in stiches now I leave they ass in ditches
I don't love bitchs I don't love niggas I don't love nothing it's gonna take my momma comin back from the grave for me to love sumthin
I let my temper get the best of me and go off for no reason this is the beginning of kickin in your door season
I met a couple niggas in jail they were all screamin they were real but Joseph was the only one I could feel
You don't like it call the law fuck you hoes I don't give a damn I'll knock yo bitch ass out and that's the type of nigga I am