Z-RO was born Joseph Wayne McVey IV in Houston's South Park neighborhood on January 19, 1977.[5] At age six his mother died, and he was shuttled from household to household in search of stability, eventually settling in the Ridgemont area, a middle-class suburb in Missouri City in Southwest Houston.[5] When Z-Ro reached his late teens he was unemployed and resorted to drug dealing and hustling on the streets.[5] According to Z-Ro, listening to the music of 2Pac, Geto Boys, Street Military, K-Rino and Klondike Kat inspired him to work harder for his goal of leaving the streets.[5] Z-Ro discovered his talent of freestyle rapping and after going through a couple of recording studios to make a demo,[5] the CEO of a local label discovered and signed him.
Z-Ro released his critically acclaimed Rap-a-Lot debut titled The Life of Joseph W. McVey.[5][6] The record was a huge success and helped expand Z-Ro's and Bobby Craig's fan base beyond the South.[5] In 2005, Z-Ro released Let the Truth Be Told, which was well received.[5] Z-Ro's 2006 album I'm Still Livin' was released while he was imprisoned for drug possession, to positive reviews.[7][8] It was called "a great album... powerful" but "relentlessly bleak" by The Village Voice[7] and "one of the best rap albums to come out of Houston" by the Houston Chronicle.[9] In 2010 he released the album titled Heroin, which was followed by an album titled Meth in 2011 and then Angel Dust in 2012.
Z-Ro released his first EP under The Mo City Don titled Tripolar on August 25, 2013 via One Deep Ent.[2] Z-Ro then followed up with The Crown in June 2014.[10] In February 2015, Z-Ro released his first proper studio album in three years, titled Melting the Crown.
In 2016, Z-Ro released Drankin & Drivin in August[11] and Legendary in November under his label One Deep Entertainment.
Here We Go
Z-Ro Lyrics
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We bout to drop a fo' in a twenty ounce blue cream
I place the order out in cali. for the p.t.
We get money while you niggas still asleep, and a
It's three in the morning, in the kitchen cooking oz.s
Block to bleed, niggas to feed, if I drop' em on 12 comin' back 21
It's 80 sippers out the book, I move' em one by one
See my hands is fast, my cook game raw
And I whip it to the left, whip it to the right
Move it all around till they cook it air tight
Let it dry, pop it out the jar, straight to the scale
Wrap it up in plastic, straight to the mail
It's boss hogg Kyleon, nigga Mike D
Bleeds the block cause I am the streets
[Chorus: x2]
Here we go
Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto
Nigga we ain't got no love for you hoes
All we tryna do is keep collecting dough
Go get it, and come back get that white as snow
Candied doors, yeah they open up and close
Run up on us bitch you won't run up no more
Cause we will slide yo bitch ass across the flo, flo, flo
I know y'all rappers can't stand
The fact that I'm back fresh outta jail
Also focused on nothin' but makin' my mail
Ain't got no time to waste, cause the rap game is damn near dead
Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto, came to raise rap from it's death bed
Every song they play on the radio is bullshit homie
Them niggas got they blow up, but we got that good shit homie
Matter fact you might even overdose
Cause I've been known to cause blood clots
I should been known to be a killa, but a bitch killa I never was not
I've always kept it real, even when everybody around me was fake
They don't make like me no more, my kind don't break under pressure
It's death before dishonor nigga
So that means before a rat, like mickey mouse
I'll be another job for the grave digger
I ain't going back behind the fences with the razors
If I'm locked up in the penitentiary, I can't make no paper
So the last time I went, was the last time I'm ever gone be in
Instead of a 5 by 6 cell then a big brick home, that's what I live in
[Chorus: x2]
[Z-Ro:]
Now every time I ride, I got a pistol on my side
Screwed Up Click until it's over on the Southside
I keep my mind on my money, and money on my mind
I ain't got no time no play, I'm on a 24 hour grind
Haters wanna see me fallin' off of my game
They hatin' cause when they see me I'm havin' thangs
Dig these blues, if you jack me, I'm jacking you back
24/7 on my clothes, I keep my hand on my strap
See I'm somethin' like a playa, somethin' like a pimp
Gangsta strut on when when I limp like this
Is re-turn of rapper slash the hood fella
Lookin' for a rap to get my groove back like Stella
Still got a sack of that A-1 good yella
With a baby glock, ready to rock up out fellas
Hit me on the cella, ain't a damn thang change
Yeah, (you know me) nigga I'm still the drank man
[Chorus: x2]
In the song "Here We Go" by Z-Ro and Kyleon, the artists discuss their involvement with drug dealing and the violence that can come with it, as well as their determination to succeed and make money despite the risks. Kyleon references ordering a large amount of drugs from California and cooking them up in the kitchen, using his skill to create a pure, high-quality product. He describes moving the drugs one by one and packaging them up for distribution. Z-Ro, fresh out of jail, comments on the state of the rap game and his focus on making money rather than wasting time. He also acknowledges his reputation as a gangster and warns any potential enemies that he is always armed and ready to defend himself.
The lyrics in this song are quite graphic and may be upsetting to some listeners. The artists discuss drug use and violence in a way that could be seen as glorifying or romanticizing these dangerous activities. However, the song can also be interpreted as a commentary on the harsh realities of life for those involved in the drug trade. The artists are constantly aware of the danger and risk associated with their lifestyle, but they continue to pursue money and success despite it all.
Line by Line Meaning
It's boss hogg Kyleon, and I'm fuckin' with the king
Kyleon is here with the king and they are ready to dominate.
We bout to drop a fo' in a twenty ounce blue cream
They are purchasing and mixing illegal drugs to sell for profit.
I place the order out in cali. for the p.t.
They are ordering drugs from California to distribute and sell.
We get money while you niggas still asleep, and a
They are making money while others are still asleep and not making moves.
It's three in the morning, in the kitchen cooking oz.s
It's late at night and they are busy cooking illegal drugs to sell.
Block to bleed, niggas to feed, if I drop' em on 12 comin' back 21
They have people to provide illegal drugs to and they will make a lot of profit regardless of the risks.
It's 80 sippers out the book, I move' em one by one
They have a lot of illegal drugs to distribute and they are doing it one by one.
See my hands is fast, my cook game raw
They are skilled and efficient in cooking drugs.
I don't need no pyrex, gimme a coffe mug jar
They have found an alternative to the traditional method of cooking drugs by using a coffee mug jar.
And I whip it to the left, whip it to the right
They are mixing and preparing the drugs.
Move it all around till they cook it air tight
They are cooking and sealing the drugs to maximize profit and reduce risk.
Let it dry, pop it out the jar, straight to the scale
They are weighing and measuring the drugs to sell.
Wrap it up in plastic, straight to the mail
They are packaging the drugs to send to customers through mail.
It's boss hogg Kyleon, nigga Mike D
Kyleon and Mike D are here and they are serious about their business.
Bleeds the block cause I am the streets
They have control over the area and everyone knows who is in charge.
[Chorus: x2]
The chorus is repeated twice throughout the song.
I know y'all rappers can't stand
Z-Ro is aware that other rappers are envious of his success.
The fact that I'm back fresh outta jail
Z-Ro has just gotten out of jail and ready to continue his illegal business.
Also focused on nothin' but makin' my mail
He is solely focused on making money through his business.
Ain't got no time to waste, cause the rap game is damn near dead
Z-Ro thinks the rap industry is dying and he has no time to waste to make a profit.
Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto, came to raise rap from it's death bed
Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto aim to bring rap back to life.
Every song they play on the radio is bullshit homie
Z-Ro dislikes the music industry, noting the lack of authentic music played on the radio.
Them niggas got they blow up, but we got that good shit homie
While other rappers may have gained popularity, Z-Ro is confident that his illegal business is where the real money is at.
Matter fact you might even overdose
Z-Ro warns that the drugs he sells are very potent and could result in an overdose.
Cause I've been known to cause blood clots
His drugs are so strong that they can cause blood clots.
I've always kept it real, even when everybody around me was fake
Z-Ro prides himself on being authentic, even when others around him are not.
They don't make like me no more, my kind don't break under pressure
Z-Ro believes he is one of a kind and his personality traits help him thrive under pressure.
It's death before dishonor nigga
Z-Ro values loyalty and will not betray his friends or business partners.
So that means before a rat, like mickey mouse
He will not betray his friends in order to save himself.
I'll be another job for the grave digger
He would rather die than betray his own beliefs and values.
I ain't going back behind the fences with the razors
Z-Ro does not want to go back to jail, where he will be limited in his business.
If I'm locked up in the penitentiary, I can't make no paper
He cannot make any money if he is in jail.
So the last time I went, was the last time I'm ever gone be in
Z-Ro is determined to never go back to jail again.
Instead of a 5 by 6 cell then a big brick home, that's what I live in
He wants to continue making profit and living in his mansion instead of being locked up in a small cell.
[Chorus: x2]
The chorus is repeated twice throughout the song.
Now every time I ride, I got a pistol on my side
Z-Ro carries a weapon around for protection.
Screwed Up Click until it's over on the Southside
He and his crew will continue to dominate their area.
I keep my mind on my money, and money on my mind
Z-Ro is constantly thinking about making money through his illegal business.
I ain't got no time no play, I'm on a 24 hour grind
He is always working and has no time for leisure or play.
Haters wanna see me fallin' off of my game
Other people are envious of his success and hope he will fail.
They hatin' cause when they see me I'm havin' thangs
They are envious of his wealth and success through his illegal business.
Dig these blues, if you jack me, I'm jacking you back
If anyone tries to steal from him, he will retaliate and steal from them as well.
Hit me on the cella, ain't a damn thang change
He is still the same person and selling the same illegal drugs.
Yeah, (you know me) nigga I'm still the drank man
He is still distributing and selling drugs and alcohol illegally.
[Chorus: x2]
The chorus is repeated twice throughout the song.
Lyrics © Freibank Musikverlags und vermarktungs GmbH, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: RALF DROESEMEYER, BJOERN TEUBNER, CUNNIE WILLIAMS
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