Z-Ro - Jaccers Wanna Know Lyrics
[Intro - 2x]When I'm rolling chromeYou can get one in your dome***** nigga, your cover is blown[Mike D]I got the cut dog sitting low, outside front do'This how a Texas boy, ride on 84'sYeah, I'm the whole pint sipperCandy paint tipper, plus wood grain gripperHit downtown, and squash all the plexThey like damn, there's Z-Ro and Mike D and T-RexIt's welcome to H-Town, it's 3rd Ward talkingWhen the hog go to the barking, y'all niggaz know to park itAll that extra etcetera, y'all don't want no problemThis thang under my waist, came here to solve itA nigga jack me, I'll jack you backCause it's a must I roll Lac, with the fifth in the backHear them old school playing, with a whole bunch of moneyStill do it in these streets, like I'm young and just start comingThe Black Victor new mayn, straight out of ScrewstonRolling on chrome, tell them haters bring it on Ro[Chorus - 2x]Jackers wanna know, what I'm holding onWhen I'm rolling chromeYou can get one, in your dome***** nigga, your cover is blown[Z-Ro]Now whenever I'm seen in the city, I'm looking so grownEither the Crentley or the van, I'm on top of something so chromeCandy blue paint on my car, candy blue paint on my vanI know it look like diamonds on the steering wheel, but they on my handJust look at my piece and chain, ain't this proof that I'm having thangsBut dude I tell ya back up, and with the mac soon as you snatch it maynEnd up just like Showtyme, he got robbed bout three or fo' timesBling-blinging ain't for everybody baby, but Ro gon' shinePardon me if you don't mind, Mo City my stomp groundUse to call us pretty niggaz, until we started leaving chalk outlinesTote big pistols and walk round, and seek out those who talk downRun up in em like a dildo, then spray the place lay the law downAin't none of my riches come for free, I broke my back to make itAnd since my spine still hurting, I'll be damned if anybody's takingAnything I worked hard fo', when I slaved over the stoveWhat you see me with go inside the box with me, ***** you hoes ah-ha[Chorus - 2x][Mike D]I bought a Cadillac, dropped it on the street topThink it was '88 I start slanging crack rock, yeahSame year, was the birth of CorleoneCaught me sliding up Main, by Camroe on chromeGrill under my woman, see me when I'm comingLooking for you haters, with my 18's hummingI was crawling hurting, breaking up the stripChrome 84's, hell yeah they been dipped nigga[Z-Ro]A message to anybody, in a candy coated fo' do'*****ing with a fast food drive through, is a no-noGet done like Kane did ol' boy, in that MustangIn Menace II Society, die or give it up quietlyHold what you got, gon' bring them 84's out a lotJackers'll find out where you lay your head, and be at your spotThat's why my pistol be in my lap, when I be rollingIt's not playa to leave home rolling, and come back strolling
