Passenger Side
[Z-Ro talkin’:]
Muthafuckin’ Z-Ro
Tired of this muthafuckin’ Passenger Side man
When I’m a drive...
[Chorus:] [x2]
I’m livin’ in the Passenger Side
I want to be the driver but I continue to ride.
Will the game recognize me as the best?
I go from home to the dome.
If I’m the king why they don’t give me my throne?
[Z-Ro:]
Livin’ in the Passenger Side, a way of life
We’re the cheves today, because the murderers pay tonight
They tell me I’m a profit when I’m pimpin’ my pen
But my immediate surrounders got me livin’ in sin
I put my faith in a 50 dollar bottle of drink
Usin’ my focus chokin’ smash on the throttle & thank the Lord for givin’ me another way to get paid
King of the muthafuckin’ ghetto where these guns get sprayed
Remember backin’ with a bitch, I’m breakin’ Benz see lunch
But it’s either that or you can’t point us casualties when we dump
Street pain is a muthafucker guard me without a dot
It’s like a murder scene without a victims hotter, ?selmzyne?
Like my face can’t place it at the scene of the crime
Multiple shots never saw me but saw the beam of my 9
So rather livin’ as a thug until they give me my credit
Cause I'm the throwedest baby don't you forget it, meanwhile...
[Chorus:] [x2]
I’m livin’ in the Passenger Side
I want to be the driver but I continue to ride.
Will the game recognize me as the best?
I go from home to the dome.
If I’m the king why they don’t give me my throne?
[Z-Ro:]
Livin’ in the Passenger Side, I want to push a 6 double O
But poverty refuse to let me drive
I wonder why drug dealers & killers live plush
Hopin’ niggas have a tendency to give up.
Do I have to sell my soul forever livin’ in sin?
Is that the price I got to pay to take a spin in the Benz?
I’d rather stay a poor nigga ’cause the fire gon’ burn
No hesitation through my dirt & then my tires gon’ turn
See I’m livin’ on the Passenger Side, visualize
I’m comin’ bombin’ a condo with black lacquer inside
Took a long time comin’ but I’m finally made
I wait for me & my niggas & now we finally paid
Yeah life is gravy, but I won’t right to the throne
Cause whether reggae, R&B or rap I write to the song
Oh jiggy bitches ain't nothin’ to me, I slap them down
Real niggas move around ’cause it ain’t nothin’ to see, because...
[Chorus:] [x2]
I’m livin’ in the Passenger Side
I want to be the driver but I continue to ride.
Will the game recognize me as the best?
I go from home to the dome.
If I’m the king why they don’t give me my throne?
[Z-Ro:]
Livin’ in the Passenger Side, I’ve been incarcerated plenty of times
Never once did they let me slide
I guess it’s because of the dark skin I have
Ain’t no tellin’ when I release the black Mac 10 I have.
Is it a hundred mile muthafuckin’ animal?
Gasoline around your residence ’cause it’s flammable
Genocide, I’ll get banned on that, I stand on that
Won’t catch me by surprise baby ’cause I planned on that
And even worse than that to make me feel low
My black skin is a murderin’ bust the fuckin’ door.
Now if I had 3 wishes, what would be the first?
To bring back all my people that done rolled in a hearse
Say hello to my mother we up in paradise
Well reality is full of leaches & parasites
I keep it real with the game, so I report what I see
And tell the chairs of the passenger plus the driver seat, nigga.
[Chorus:] [x2]
I’m livin’ in the Passenger Side
I want to be the driver but I continue to ride.
Will the game recognize me as the best?
I go from home to the dome.
If I’m the king why they don’t give me my throne?
[Z-Ro talkin’:]
2K1, muthafuckin’ Z-Ro the Crooked.
Y’all can’t stop me nigga.
Muthafuckin’ energizer, feel that.
S.U.C. for life, south sive for live, uh...
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