Motherfucking Z-Ro, tired of this 
Motherfucking passenger side man 
When I'ma drive 

Living in the passenger side 
I want to be the driver but I continue to ride 
Will the game recognize me as the best 
I go from home to the dome 
If I'm the king why they don't give me my throne 
(2x)

Living in the passenger side, a way of life 
We're in cheves today, because the murderers pay tonight 
They tell me I'm a profit when I'm pimping my pen 
But my immediate surrounders got me living in sin 
I put my faith in a fifty dollar bottle of drink 
Using my focus choking smash on the throttle and thank 
The lord, for giving me another way to get paid 
King of the motherfucking ghetto where these guns get sprayed 
Whether I'm fucking with a bitch, I'm breaking benz see lunch 
But it's either that or you can't point us casualties when we dump 
Street pain is a motherfucker guard me without a dot 
It's like a murder scene without a victims hotter, ?selmzyne? 
Like my face can't place at the scene of the crime 
Multiple shots never saw me but saw the beam of my nine 
So rather living as a thug until they give me my credit 
Cause I'm the throwdest baby don't you forget it, meanwhile 

Living in the passenger side 
I want to be the driver but I continue to ride 
Will the game recognize me as the best 
I go from home to the dome 
If I'm the king why they don't give me my throne 
(2x)

Living in the passenger side, I want to to push a 6 double O 
But poverty refuse to let me drive 
I wonder why drug dealers and killers live plush 
Hoping niggas have a tendency to give up 
Do I have to sell my soul, forever living in sin 
But is that the price I got to pay to take a spin in the benz 
I'd rather stay a poor nigga cause the fire gone burn 
No hesitation through my dirt and then my tires gone turn 
See I'm living on the passenger side, visualize 
I'm coming bombing a condo with black lacquer inside 
Took a long time coming, but I'm finally made 
I wait for me and my niggas and now we finally paid 
Yeah life is gravy, but I want right to the throne 
Cause rather reggae, R&B or rap I write to the song 
Oh jiggy bitches ain't nothing to me, I slap them down 
Real niggas move around cause it ain't nothing to see 

Living in the passenger side 
I want to be the driver but I continue to ride 
Will the game recognize me as the best 
I go from home to the dome 
If I'm the king why they don't give me my throne 
(2x)

Living in the passenger side, I've been incarcerated 
Plenty of times, never once did they let me slide 
I guess it's because of the dark skin I have 
Ain't no telling when I release the black Mac 10 I have 
Is it a hundred mile motherfucking animal 
Gasoline around your residence cause it's flammable 
Genocide, I get banned on that, I stand on that 
You'll catch me by surprise baby cause I planned on that 
And even worse than that, to make me feel low 
My black skin is a murdering bust the fucking door 
Now if I had three wishes, what would be the first 
To bring back all my people that done rolled in a hears 
Say hello to my mother we up in paradise 
Well reality is full of leaches and parasites 
I keep it real with the game, so I report what I see 
And tell the chairs of the passenger plus the driver seat nigga 

Living in the passenger side 
I want to be the driver but I continue to ride 
Will the game recognize me as the best 
I go from home to the dome 
If I'm the king why they don't give me my throne 
(2x)

(Z-ro talking) 
2k1, motherfucking Z-Ro the Crooked 
Thou can't stop me nigga 
Motherfucking energizer, feel that 
S.U.C. for life, south sive for live, uh