Lyrics Wake Up.lrc Z-Ro
[id: eyggcpzs]
[ar: Z-Ro]
[al: King of da Ghetto]
[ti: Wake Up]
[length: 04:21]
[00:02.38]Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
[00:06.15]The ghetto motherfucking alarm clock
[00:08.85]Wake up nigga
[00:11.27](Z-Ro)
[00:12.12]Lord forgive us for sinning, give us this day and our daily bread
[00:15.51]Cause if a nigga don’t call you back when you beep him, he might be dead
[00:18.51]Look at this world we living in, everybody got a bad attitude and a glock
[00:21.54]Seem like we living just to become a victim, of a random shot
[00:24.56]Everytime I turn my back, another y’all motherfuckers turn and crack
[00:27.02]It seem like just yesterday, a young nigga stepped up to the plate and
[00:30.22]Learn to bat, military minded at a early age bread to live in a murder maze
[00:32.93]I don’t wanna go to the early grave, a motherfucker like me
[00:36.11]Ready to murder maze, I wanna go to heaven but not right now
[00:38.17]Bout to pushing infrared like dimes, what you wanna do it like that
[00:40.92]I can play eight to the Penn, cut your lights off right now
[00:43.03]Mean what I say and I say what I mean, nigga like me don’t play with a beam
[00:45.93]When I pull my gun, then I’ma use my gun
[00:47.48]And I ain’t tripping, I’ll put you in a murder scene
[00:49.05]But I try to stay humble, and hold what I got
[00:50.79]Never let a nigga know what I got, keep my bidness to my own
[00:53.04]So don’t bring none of that there, to my home
[00:55.19]I love my people, and that’s a fact
[00:56.87]But I wanna know, where’s the fucking love at
[00:58.48]I don’t wanna put a motherfucker, in the grave
[01:00.08]But I will to keep on, keeping on busting back
[01:01.70](- 2x)
[01:02.53]Wake up before you get caught up
[01:05.17]Don’t keep on selling your soul, until your life bought up
[01:07.86]And my eyes on the prize, and never fall off the straight and I roll
[01:11.96]When you slip, hollow tips are sharper than an arrow
[01:14.41](Z-Ro)
[01:26.84]I decided August 31, 1999
[01:29.92]There’s no more time for fake partnas, there’s only time for my grind
[01:33.07]All of my friendships came about, because of the verses I say
[01:36.11]That nigga Z-Ro got partnas, but what about Joseph McVey
[01:39.25]Everytime I’m on the microphone, nigga wanna tag along
[01:41.48]Wanna see me, when I do my song
[01:42.83]Or when a nigga be smoking the marijuana, and the dope all gone
[01:44.69]A nigga right back, all alone
[01:46.05]I had to regulate, or be surrounded by fakes
[01:48.46]At all times looking over my shoulder, but I came out of that as I got older
[01:51.91]Cause I realized, if it’s written scriptures don’t lie
[01:54.78]That’s why I’m thugging cause life is a bitch, and then a nigga die
[01:57.77]I rap about the struggle, cause balling is foreign to me
[02:01.19]Z-Ro be t-shirt and Dickies, ain’t no Ralph Lauren you see
[02:04.11]Cause every dolla that I make, is a dolla well earned
[02:08.00]And I’m putting it back in the game, to sco’ some crack
[02:09.93]And a strap, to dip sherms
[02:11.09]Hopefully I can make it, to see the sun rise
[02:13.86]Fiending for them back in the days, of hide and seek
[02:15.82]And throwing mud pies
[02:16.73](- 2x)
[02:38.15](Mussilini)
[02:41.41]Bout to swang by that sun, is wait for me be right back
[02:44.71]I’ma roll a optimoe fat as a wiener, and light that
[02:47.84]Cause it seems I can’t confine without, clutching a sack
[02:50.60]Puffing the sho’ dipping the black, or raping the track
[02:53.84]And I be tripping and sipping, and pimping this rap
[02:55.62]I’m writing my rhymes, through my fetty’s no slack
[02:57.67]I’m ready to the sell the, the better my chedda
[02:59.11]Tell her to the fella, I doubts the shredder
[03:00.73]A better competor, I dwell I’ma get her
[03:02.12]Better get fella, I sell-a my yella
[03:03.63]To hella thoed nigga, that wreck accapella
[03:05.21]The fella that tell it, nobody he got em
[03:06.84]He got ’em and shot em, and don’t talk about em
[03:08.48]Plotted and followed, to get where I started
[03:10.00]Out of my product, the plot of my problem
[03:11.58]Got off my bottom, to talk to my father
[03:13.08]My ceiling is ending, my ending is finished
[03:14.55]These women keep grinning, to swim in my linen
[03:16.04]I’m tilling my bidness, the bidness I’m tilling
[03:17.89]I’m tilling my bidness, the bidness I’m tilling
[03:19.44]What’s up what’s up, had lean in my cup
[03:20.71]Been asleep ten years, and I just woke up
[03:22.39]The alarm on slow, all my ten minutes up
[03:24.05]Gotta make my bed, gotta watch my butt
[03:25.42]Gotta clean my room, gotta iron my stuff
[03:27.02]Gotta wash my car, gotta shine my buck
[03:28.54]Gotta change my oil, cause the road is tough
[03:30.18]Keep my eyes on the road, and don’t slow up
[03:32.44](- 2x)
[03:56.38]Year of Release: 2001