(feat. Tanya Herron)



[Z-Ro:]

My hand grabs the wheel, and foot mashes the pedal

Block to block corner to corner, looking at the devil

Making my brothers think, they got nine lives

They was so gangsta, until Lucifer got 'em caught up in a drive by

Lil' kids, witness father and uncles pass on

Then they grow up, to get they blast on

Everybody saying, that the black community is out control

Even in the suburbs, brains get blown

They blame rap, for the murder rate

But people go to the movies, and see murder for seven dollars then they imitate

What they done seen, on Terminator 1 through 3

Swarchengger's the Governor, we get L-I-F-E

Innocent victims, get a free ride to the grave

People that work hard get robbed, for every penny they save

It's like it ain't gon ever change, this world we live in cold

I hit my Hypnotic, then I continue to roll



[Hook x2: Tanya Herron]

La-la-la-la-la-la-la, as we con-tinue to roll



[Z-Ro:]

Can't even ride, through the hood no mo'

Without police pulling us over, looking for ounces of do'

Just cause I'm black, and got diamonds on my gold teeth

Ain't enough evidence, to say I sold a quarter ki

But even still, that's the way it is

And the main reason homes are broken, and baby mamas shed tears

And have to raise, they kids one deep

In and out of relationships, looking for a man so people pardon creeps

But what I see, is just a soul trying to survive

The main reason why d-boys, hustle with twenties and dimes

Lil' mama I feel your pain, trying to get ahead

Don't let that be the reason, with 24 hour open legs

I know life, is hard nosed

Will we ever get our forty acres and our mule, only God knows

Ain't no love seem like it ain't gon ever change, this world we live in is cold

Hit my gin and juice, and then I continue to roll



[Hook x2]



[Z-Ro:]

Ain't no love in the sex no mo', I see Bloods killing Bloods

And cuz killing cuz, I remember when it was

La familia, when we threw the sign

But brothers don't keep it gangsta, when brothers be doing time I ain't lying

That's why everybody, be on they own

Talking to they partna baby mama, on they mobile phone

Hood ain't hood, it don't matter where you living

Somebody from your hood, will try to make you take their place in prison

Ask my partna Griffin, why they be snitching and telling

Watching your pocket getting jealous, cause they mail ain't swelling

Before you know it you a felon, waiting on a release

Thinking revenge, cause a friend got you took off the streets

And then they wonder, why I roll solo

When I'm in the hood, don't consider Z-Ro as your homie no mo'

Let Ro go loc seem like it ain't gon ever change, this world we live in is cold

Hit my Mississippi Mud, and continue to roll



[Hook x4]