Still Throwed

Z-Ro Still Hood, Still Paid, Still Throwed, Still Gangsta
 Still a G, don't play me cause you'll see Asshole By Nature
 Z-Ro Uh I couldn't afford lobster, I couldn't afford steak
 So a three piece chicken wing dinner that's what I ate
 Most friends were broke, only a couple had cake
 Sleepin outside, I had no where to take my dates
 Walkin around everyday in the same ole clothes
 Seein the same ole niggas, and the same ole hoes
 Strippers at the club dancin on the same ole poles
 Drug dealers tryna get you to cocaine yo nose
 Police raided the block, everyday at the same time
 Tryna catch us and cuff us for comittin the same crime
 But we had us a vison like Jordan with Hang Time
 Tryna make a million dollars off of nickels and dimes
 Brotha that was eleven years ago and I'm still grindin
 Straight up out of the ruff, I ain't nothin but a diamond
 Use to do it for free now I'm paid for my rhymin'
 The money too good I ain't thinkin about retirin'
 Trae I am the street dreams, still reppin for the south
 But that wait until you get then they run up in yo house
 Twenty four hours a day they forever runnin they mouth
 Haters on dick but I'd rather run it in they spouse
 It ain't hard to understand I'm on a different type of mission
 Bein broke ain't even a option bitch I gotta glissen
 I starved back then ain't nobody wanna listen
 And that was way before I even had a pot to piss in
 But what a nigga know I put the hood in the view
 Now they greet me with the H everytime I come through
 That's just out of respect cause I represent the realer
 I been a G all of my life and never act brand new
 Ain't no limit to the hustle cause I want it full time
 I use to get head, now I want the full shine
 Tryna make it to the top'll be my reason for rhyme
 In the gutta guarantee me I'm a get it this time
 Z-Ro Z-Ro My ass got Crown Holder jeans, my chest got Evisu, and my feet got Gator
 But don't get it twisted, and play me for weak
 I just wanna look good when I'm walkin over all ya'll haters
 When I was on lock my nigga Trae was takin over this bitch
 And when I came home we connected like the internet
 Bitch I'm a veteran, I been around every since the beginnin
 I've done a hell of alot but I'm not finished yet
 I want a plaque but the bootleggers be makin it hard to do
 Keep sellin this shit bitch we gon maab on you
 My attitude is rude, I never gave a fuck and I never will
 Maan I'm just tryna pay my bills, hol'up
 Pimp C, P.A.trill nigga - polo fuck that Hilfiger
 Rest In Peace I'm a see you when I get there bro
 Even though you in the grave my nigga you still throwed
 Trae When it come to bein hood, hell yeah I'm in the zone
 Never walk in nothin less then eight pools and a home
 I'm the truth fuh real and ain't just in a song
 Got e'm lookin at these hoes like they never seen chrome
 When they pick up in the trunk it's a hundred percent slow
 So throwed and you know Mr.Mcvey is so blowed
 I'm cool but the whip wanna pose
 Yeah the trunk got a mind of it's own all I do is let it glow
 It's the king of the streets, and the king of the ghetto
 Middle finger in the air when I wanna say hello
 Call me what ya want I use to chase after hoes
 Now they chasin after me till they break they stilettos
 I'm still hood, still gangsta - A.B.N is on the top haters I'm a thank ya
 Plus everywhere you go you gotta deal with us like it or not
 Cause in the streets - or the rap we gon'out rank ya
 (Till End)