Type Of Nigga I Am Songtext
von Z‐Ro

Ah, every mornin′ I wake up I start my day off wrong
Firin' up that kush before I even put my clothes on
Load my Glock .40 before I even wash my face
I do these type of things so I won′t be a murda case

When I'm rollin' in my ride it be a look on my face so cold
Starin′ at yo′ ass so hard I can see straight through to yo' soul
Ain′t no tellin' body, body tryin′ to get me for my riches
I used to leave 'em in stitches
Now I leave they ass in ditches

I don′t love bitches, I don't love niggas, I don't love nothin′
It′s gon' take my momma comin′ back
From the grave for me to love somethin'
I let my temper get the best and I go off for no reason
This is the beginning of kickin′ in yo' door season


I met a couple of niggas in jail
They all was screamin′ they was real
But Joseph was the only one I could feel
You don't like it? Call the law, fuck you hoes, I don't give a damn
I′ll knock yo′ bitch ass out
And that's the type of nigga I am

N-I-G-G-A, I′ma get drunk and smoke weed all day
And that's the nigga, nigga I am
N-I-G-G-A, I′ma get drunk and smoke weed all day
And that's the nigga, nigga I am
N-I-G-G-A, I′ma get drunk and smoke weed all day
And that's the nigga, nigga I am
N-I-G-G-A, I'ma get drunk and smoke weed all day
Tell me who gon′ fuck around with Joseph Wayne McVey?

A lot of niggas mumble under they breath about what they gon′ do
Runnin' up on Z-Ro the Crooked is what they wanna do
Yeah I′m cool, calm and collected but I ain't got it all
That′s why I go from how you doin', to fuck all y′all

My attitude is rude enough to be a crooked cop
But it ain't no red or blue lights flashin' on the top of my drop top
I′m a gangsta, and I spit nothin′ but gangsta shit
That's comin′ from a five-deuce, Hoover gangsta Crip


Bangin' Street Military, Point Blank, and Klondike Kat
The shit they were talkin′ about, I grew up just like that
My hood was full of thugs, money, guns and dope
Findin' my stomach full of liquor, my lungs full of smoke

I had a pocket full of stones out there chasin′ that money
And once I got it I'll be damned if somebody could take it from me
Run on up and I'ma dump until the trigger jams
Mothafucker you better realize, that′s the type of nigga I am

N-I-G-G-A, I′ma get drunk and smoke weed all day
And that's the type of nigga I am
N-I-G-G-A, I′ma get drunk and smoke weed all day
And that's the nigga, nigga I am
N-I-G-G-A, I′ma get drunk and smoke weed all day
And that's the type of nigga I am
N-I-G-G-A, I′m a get drunk and smoke weed all day
Tell me who gon' fuck around with Joseph Wayne McVey?

The King of the Ghetto ain't no punk mothafucka
I′ll open my hand and slap mothafuckas
I guess they shouldn′ta been some stupid ass dumb mothafuckas
Nigga don't piss me off unless you′re ready to run mothafucka

You fellas just be runnin' off at the mouth like hoes
But in reality you faker than a foot with four big toes
But me, I′m gon' shoot it up and shut it down, straight like that
Or keep throwin′ combinations until they can't fight back

From the city where everybody go for broke
It's so crucial I could be murdered by one of my own loc′s
Hell naw, you can′t roll with me, I roll alone
Ain't no use in callin′ me either, I can't seem to hear my phone

Fuck the promoter ′cause he ain't tryin′ to pay me what I'm worth
I run away with the deposit and ain't gon′ be no concert
Free Pharaoh, my nigga doin′ fifty aggravated in the slam
My criminal record shows, that be the type of nigga I am

N-I-G-G-A, I'ma get drunk and smoke weed all day
And that′s the type of nigga I am
N-I-G-G-A, I'ma get drunk and smoke weed all day
And that′s the type of nigga I am
N-I-G-G-A, I'm a get drunk and smoke weed all day
And that′s the type of nigga I am
N-I-G-G-A
Tell me who gon' fuck around with Joseph Wayne McVey?