Текст Z–Ro – Come With Me
Текст:
Come with me…
Gun with me…
Do you wanna ride or die…
Come with me real niggaz ain’t no bums with me
I’m out on bond but I thank God, cause right now I’m not in jail
Trying to hang me over nothing, can’t tell me I’m not in hell
Ain’t got shit on me, so they wanna catch me making a sale
Just wanna lock up a rapper, to have a story to tell
If I was walking she’d keep walking, since I’m not she gon’ choose me
Cause it got two hundred on the dash, and a B on it’s booty
The inside look like a basketball, call it Spalding in here
Feel like I play for Houston Rockets, bitch I’m balling in here
Sign this disclosure, no picture taking no calling in here
Sit up straight and don’t touch nothing, act like the law is in here
Go ‘head and take off yo’ panties, take off your bra up in here
It’s just marijuana, cocaine ain’t what you saw up in here
Come with me, don’t be afraid I got my gun with me
What do we have here now, do you wanna ride or die
Come with me, real niggaz ain’t no bums with me
What do we have here now, do you wanna ride or die
2002, drove an Intrepid all through Mo City Texas
Drunk so much codeine, my nasal passage was never congested
Now when I wake up, I just might blow one thousand on breakfast
This ain’t your usual salad, that ain’t no regular lettuce
Got a hell of a schedule, I got a lot going on
Everyday it seem like I say, look like we not going home
I don’t talk to these broads, I only talk money on my phone
If they ain’t coming with none of that, they can’t come in my home
I love my haters for hating me, cause they keep me promoted
Assault rifle in every room, in case they come kick my do’ in
I know they think I’m a rapper, they better watch where they going
Come with me, don’t be afraid I got my gun with me
What do we have here now, do you wanna ride or die
Come with me, real niggaz ain’t no bums with me
What do we have here now, do you wanna ride or die
Nine people murdered in the church, my nigga I ain’t the one
I’m in here singing and praying, but I brought more than one gun
Police don’t write no mo’ tickets, just trying to murder someone
Might as well say rest in pieces, soon as another one come
They on my bumper if I go left, then they making a left
Want me to reach for my wallet, so they can tase me to death
Mad at me cause what they make in a year, I make in one check
Mad at me cause I did that shit, without me breaking a sweat
I’m on my way to pick up a bag hoe, you making me late
I got a warrant, and to jail is where you taking me straight
Knock out my bond and my lawyer, without me breaking the bank
Back at the crib before you get off bitch, I’m drinking some drank
Come with me, don’t be afraid I got my gun with me
What do we have here now, do you wanna ride or die
Come with me, real niggaz ain’t no bums with me
What do we have here now, do you wanna ride or die
x2
(Rother Vandross 2016, Mike Dean
God damn right, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
These motherfuckers don’t wanna ride with me mayn, let’s go
Uhhh uhhh, ride or die Screwed Up Click)
Альбом
TQ – Legendary
