Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall基本介绍歌曲：Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
语言：英语
发行日期：2004-04-05
歌手：Z-RO
所属专辑：Z-Ro Slowed and Chopped
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall - Z-ROLet my coedine settle, and have a toast one timeMultiplications on my digits, come up over some time3-57 in my spine, they can't hold me like Kobe BryantPowered up, popping tulips and clovers and stop signsTaylor made, Gucci looking like a million bucksNeck full of gold baggets, and trillion cutsI reside on cuts, cause having money is a mustGive me the issue or get touched, the scuffling up***** with the raw like a cut, cause I hit too hardRadio stations don't play, cause I spit too hardI know they hate me everyday, and I ain't quit so farBut if you cross the line, AK is gone hit your carMirror mirror on the wall, who's the throwdest of them allCause you know my name, it's Z-Ro the CrookedZ-Ro the Mo City Don, it ain't over it just begunMirror mirror on the wall, who's the throwdest of them allCause you know my name, it's Z-Ro represent the third coastLet my codeine settle, and have a toastI'm a guerilla that's after the scrilla, I ***** glocksI'm the top knotch, body armored like Shaq done blocked shotsDropping cops cause they crooked, I'm the law nowPosted on the corner, selling raw nowLooking for them people, keep an open eyeAnd if I see the jackers, never hesitate I gotta open fireActive like a live wire, retalliation is a mustRock and buy these bezzels, and then I bustGeniva watch, telling me it's time to ballGet in the line till I make it to the front, and then it's time to fallBut if I ever fall off, just fall back behind the sceneTake seven, catch me up in sitcoms and big screensWhen I roll, I roll one deepI never stop wrecking, these H-Town streetsAnd ain't nobody holding me down I'm a roll, I'm rollingIf you didn't know Southside still holding, foldingBig lemon faces, got real money cause I catch casesSipping on skeet tastes, and I'ma lean in private or public placesMilicated refreshness, keep my mind at easeTrying to reach another level, keep me climbing treesComing smoke out my nose, bald faded minus beforeKeep it gangsta, got groupie hoes striking a poseBut see they ain't getting chose, or catch me tipping my dobI need a independent thug chick, launder money and drug shitI'm the boss hog, ain't nobody hogging me over harderSoft then I'm off, in the funk in my roller