Z-Ro - Look Good Lyrics
[Talking:]Dum-dum, da-da-da-da-dum, dum-dumDum-dum dum-dum, da-da-da-da-dum, dum-dumOn the latest roll with my boy Z-Ro hereZ-Ro you ready ha, Rock yeah you dropping that hot shitYou really dropping that hot shit ha, Z-Ro let meHear what you gonna sing for this one, come on[Z-Ro:]Three liter big red, got diluted nines fedAble to make a *****, wanna suck my ***** headI get fly when I wanna, graduated from cornersI know it tingle, cause your ***** marinated my saunaIf you capping I ain't tripping, cause I really don't need youProlly say your ***** gon be beat up, and having a seizureOverseas vacation, Prime Co. communicationAnd radio stations, got us in regular rotationCause the guns unloaded, lot of heads got explodedDestined to be the throwdest, if I'm properly promotedSewed it up like a sweater, financial back or go-getterThen through your vest chest, with the talons in my barettaStay one step ahead of, my competition they betterFly down from overseas sign down, and get to chumping for cheddar26 letters than Ro, if you ain't know now you knowFrom Ridgemont 4 to Akapoko, I'm gripping grain in my flame[Hook:]Sunday morning pulling out my *****, I'm looking goodNothing but diamonds around neck and around my wrist, I'm looking goodDoubles breasted tailor made, I'm 'Sacci'd down to the flo'And it don't matter, if you step on my wing tipped shoeCause I'm a just go buy me some mo', (what it is what it is)[Papa Reu:]Rolly on me wrist, Sansun me wrist band20 inch rims, on me suspensionForeign replay, and not forge my stun-aDressed everyday, in the latest fashion lookBoys the enemy, best respect the manListen to me, know it's rule number oneNo buster ain't right, we told the game planYou do, you better and change the wrist bandThe way me flow, my retaliationSo listen to me boy understand, understandIt's a bezeled out wrist, and that I wear everydayOn the right hand-a, the Presidential RollyAnd it's crossed off, like a ton of ice on the trayAnd the price start-a, my choice to lose securityIf you don't believe me, ask your old ladyI know she saw it, from 'Poko miles away[Hook][Z-Ro:]Pull up to my bump, as I let it recline13's easy five screens, it ain't no *****ing with mineThey think I'm *****ing with nine, but I multiplied it by fo'It took some time, but I decided to throw my ***** on the 4'sThe bubble-eyed Mazaratti, on a mission to meet ScottyWith bullets for your body, cause I'm living like GottiPistol grip and a beam, plus a murdering teamCash rule everything me, that there ain't nothing but creamJumping in and out of line, moving slow as I wannaSmoking reefer bending corners, on 20 inch YokohamaCause these niggaz be hating me, when I be crawling downSo I'm like Paul Bugsy with a infrared, cause these niggaz be falling downSteady yelling out timber, from the first dance January down to the last danceDecember better remember, put a big shell casing up in youMake you weak like SWV, when I shine and grind like E.S.GBut I gotta get love like the Big Steve, throwed in the game like that P-A-T[Hook][Talking:]Alright, ha-haYou know so we keeping it real, yeahSouthside, Southside haHow you mean, Papa Reu, my boy Z-RoYou know Rock with another hitHa-ha, you know he here with another hitHa-ha yeah, yeah-yeah
