Z-Ro lyrics

Z-Ro lyrics

"Where is the Love Lyrics"

Burning with Optimism's Flames Lyrics
Never seen her glowing all that bright she's throwing like some aurora from her head it's growing reaching to the ground and all around like a Navaho blanket Never heard her singi


[Chorus]
Where is the love - 2x

[Z-Ro]
Nobody loves me, but I prefer to keep it like that
Cause
most friends are falsified trying to steal out your stack
So I keep my partnas to a minimum
even though I know half can't be trusted
The only feeling in the world might steal your girl
if I know flesh was lusted
Nigga now who was to blame for the pain cause f**king with me nigga
you get sprayed
Fashion Rules Lyrics
Fashion rules ! You fashion people in your camouflage wear You think you?re really quite out there But the fashions you wear, aren?t so cool You really should go back your Old Skool And Martine

Hardheaded that's like f**king a bitch with no condom
And knowing that hoe
got aids, better be smart, better keep your distance
Ain't got elements from loose leaf pages
When
I'm going off in the rage of furious chambers of twin gauges
My calico murders offending my
mind and my mind is so ready to click
Better freeze, better not breathe all I want is the money
Remember
you dead if you twitch, cause I'm a
Broken Wing Lyrics
I never saw you arrive Although you're always around Making your day close to the ground Around with the pigs Feeding on what's left behind Adapt your colours to my mind, chameleon
illa that's killing for cash
I show no car crash when I'm
stealing your stash
Don't fill in the streets because I'm too fast
But never revealing what's
under my mask
I'm making a dash, I jump in the Hoover and I smash
With a foot on the gas and then
I'm off in the night
A nigga was buried alive
but he really should of died dig him up his coffin
too tight
A nigga was showing a busta love, but now it
Motherless Child Lyrics
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child A long way from home A long way from home True believer A long wa
s hunting for a busta season
And he can't
be the reason, to run in your crib and leave you bleeding

[Chorus - 4x]

(talking)
The question
at hand is
Where's your motherf**king love
I'ma do like that boy Al D said
I'm showing love
to the ones that showed love back
F**k friends, so Mexican D, Grady
You know where your love
at


[Z-Ro]
I was raised to