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Z-Ro - Wreckshop lyrics
f/ D-Reck, Noke D Ha, what, uh huh-uh huh-uh huh, what Wreckshop, Wreckshop huh Noke Deezy, D-Reezy [Hook] Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee Came to Wreckshop, uh huh Just to let you boys know that Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee Can't be stopped, uh huh Just to let you boys know that [D-Reck] It's whatever whenever, wherever baby You gotta have bread, if you want it all gravy Country like jeah, but these cats can't fade me Heard what I said, so don't try to play me I came to Wreckshop, came to blow the spot Like nitro I'm bout to blow, cause my flow hot Since the days of P-A-T, I've been holding down the streets Got a deal and got to eat, putting shoes on his feet The Lex needs Spre's, let me defreeze Music is to bleed, but the game getting sleeze Why this broom in my hand, like I'm the sandman Swooping...off the stage, snatching mics out they hand Now it's my time, gots to put it down Even if it's night, I can make the sun shine In this game I'm making hits, the Shop is the... We the lottery pick, ain't no stopping this [Hook] Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee Came to Wreckshop, uh huh Just to let you boys know that Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee Gon turn it out (turn it out y'all) Just to let you boys know that [Noke D] It's the Noke Deezy, man I'm off the heezy I came here, to do my thug theezy Please believe me, I wreck shop Every damn hood, every city, every block Got it on lock, muy caliente Riding like Sensei, rolling on vientes That's 20's, if you didn't know My whole roll, sold with your... Moving too fast, you need to slow down City of Syrup, call it H-Town What you lost, is what we found Platinum songs, platinum bound See I'm a platinum soul survivor I'm a platinumlly, provider I'm a platinum ghost rider And I'ma always be a platinum street fighter [Hook] Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee Came to Wreckshop, uh huh Just to let you boys know that [Z-Ro] We came to Wreckshop, until the Shop is wrecked Surrounded by A-R 1-5's, and glocks and techs It's Z-Reezy, D-Reezy and Noke Deezy Sipping on something purple, blowing treezy believe me Making it look easy, when I'm doing my thang Whether Southwest red, or hoover blue in the game Got our grind on, lying to fellas that's outta line About to burn me the plex...chest with that iron Feeling fine and lovely, even when it get ugly I know I'ma make it, because the Lord is above me Divine in the bench, and make me hard to hit Hating me is like a habit, and it's hard to quit I'll be chasing paper money, making maneuvers I'm mad with it Acting like a fella, that ain't never had with it I'm a soldier united for cash, worldwide I do the body rock, and then I do the Southside [Hook] Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee Came to Wreckshop, uh huh Just to let you boys know that Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee Gon turn it out, uh huh Just to let you boys know that |
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