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(Z-Ro talking) Motherf**king Z-Ro, tired of this Motherf**king 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 motherf**king ghetto where these guns get sprayed Whether I'm f**king 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 motherf**ker 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
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[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
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[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 motherf**king 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 f**king 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
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(Z-ro talking) 2k1, motherf**king Z-Ro the Crooked Thou can't stop me nigga Motherf**king energizer, feel that S.U.C. for life, south sive for live, uh