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Z-Ro - Don’t Worry About Mine (feat. Big Pokey)
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[Big Pokey talkin’:] Yeah, crock bull & the Crooked Big E on the track. You know what I’m sayin’? That’s all I’m sayin’ (It’s a Big E beat) Yeah, just doin’ my thing though. You know what I’m sayin’? S.U.C. in here, yeah aight what. Don’t Worry About Mine, worry about yours. [x8] [Big Pokey:] Say me, I’m just doin’ my thing though Crocks on, wife be the linen lookin’ good in my Kango .45 on the hip, you know how this game go The outside’s jelly but the inside’s mango Don’t watch me watch your weight if your hatin’ I got enough ammo to body rock the state Don’t worry about me mayne, I got that covered And the block is like pork chops, I got that smothered When my kush is tastin’ like & these bricks I run But what you can do is stay up out my mix that come Crock bull count cash on the regular homey Even when I’m hittin’ corners on the cellular homey Get your mind off me & get it on your money ’Cause I’m a ball & parlay when it’s gray or sunny I’m the real deal, you niggas funny bunny Fake ass niggas ’feit like they funny money. Don’t Worry About Mine, worry about yours. [x8] [Z-Ro:] Too many problems on my mind Livin’ shife is startin’ to be a full time grind I’m just tryin’ to live my life And when I die, I hope I see Jesus Christ. Fuck people ’cause all these people don’t treat me right They say they love me, but they shoot me right between my eyes Bitch if you ain’t screwed up lace your shoes up We stationary like a statue that you can’t move up I’m 87-32 better known as a Hoover Mind your business my nigga, I’ll run my fist all the way through ya Fuck around & kill one of these nosy ass niggas & bitches if they make me ’Cause they can smell it in Sunnyside, when I pass gas in Katy Y’all ain’t write none of my songs, so why in the fuck is y’all on stage with me? And when I get a retrial & start back blazin’ y’all can’t blaze with me They on the dick of Joseph McVey So focused on me They can’t do what they need to do for them through they day & it’s fucked up. Don’t Worry About Mine, worry about yours. [x8] [Z-Ro:] I never had love for a bitch, I’m about my money Too many years, I done paid the price You must be smokin’ if you think I’m a make you my wife And I never had love for a nigga, I’m about my money Even if they murder me I ain’t goin’ nowhere Turn up the volume to the radio, I’ll be right there I’m not worried about you I’m just worried about me I’m not worried about you I’m just worried about me, hey. Don’t Worry About Mine, worry about yours. [x13]
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