Текст, перевод и аккорды “No Games”
- [Z-Ro] I'm from Missouri City Texas, Ridgemont to be exact Where you haters come, to get your wig stomped And 9-1-1 is just a number, cause the laws ain't coming We all got glock 40's, and let em thump So before, I sell my soul A nigga like me'll do my whole sentence, with no parole Damn it I'm tired of falling short, everytime I set a goal But if we get pulled over I'm gon claim what's mine ain't gon try to act like I don't know who it's fo' Y'all niggaz be telling lies, straight up snitching Probably piss sitting down cause y'all women, with your make-up on switching Me I stand up on ten toes, won't fall for nothing Fuck a percentage I need the total, it's all or nothing I never ran from anybody, a coward I can't be that Or get beat the fuck up by one of these hoe ass niggaz, I just can't see that I'm the King of the Ghetto mayn, they call me Z-Ro Yeah it's cool to take a picture, but don't fuck with me hoe cause uh [Hook] Z-Ro, don't play no games-games Hell naw, I don't play no games-games Stash spot for my burner, in my car do' mayn-mayn Yeah I'm rapping, but I'm still trapping stacking that dope mayn-mayn [Z-Ro] If you hang with haters, you might pick up some of they produty Since I love me how I am, one deep is how I gotta be If ends don't make his best friend, the victim of a robbery So I don't expect none of my people, to ride or die for me I handle my own beef, I don't need back-up Cause if they talking bout jumping me, I'm raising my gat up See all I have in this world, is my balls and my pride Fuck talking about you behind your back, I'm trying to see your eyes Then I say something, unlike these mark ass niggaz because they stay bumping Telling motherfuckers they whip, but can't afford to lay away something And every bad bitch come around, they swear they had em But when they close enough to touch, niggaz won't reach out and grab em I ain't never, had to lie on my poll Cause everytime it get swoll, I select something to fold and leave it swoll Hope she don't try to go through my pockets, when I'm asleep though Yeah it's cool to bump and grind, but don't fuck with me hoe cause uh [Hook] [Z-Ro] I talk like and walk like, a gangsta my nigga One in the chamber, in case I meet up with danger my nigga You fail to plan, then you plan to fail I plan on receiving residuals, from all my record sales I stand on stages alone, just me and the microphone Do one of your favorite songs, take some pictures then I'm gone Instead of going to a mansion, I'm headed back to the block It's time to get the trap cracking, I move marijuana and crack rock Not saying that you're bad, for saying I'm chasing cash Cause depending on rap money, I'd be broke and on my ass Whatever I gotta do, to stay up on my feet It's a guarantee I'ma do it, until I see me deceased Now if you do some hoe shit in front of me, I'ma let you know And if it hurts you to hear it, don't come around a real nigga no mo' Take your feelings out your pockets, cause it means nothing to Z-Ro Yeah y'all can make motherfucker feel guilty, but not me though [Hook - 3x]
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