Z-Ro - I Don't Stop lyrics

[Chorus: Z-Ro] Nigga it don't stop, so keep on flippin your Glock Whether it's drama or not Cause somebody might run up in ya spot, whether you servin or not That's how it go on the block Keep your eyes open because the police they plot Don't let your spot get hot, you gon' end up gettin popped So when I'm in the drop I'm strapped with my thumb cocked Only gon' take one shot, leave you stretched out on the block [Z-Ro] I'm a motherfuckin asshole, every day all day E.B.K. every 24 hours these Houston streets made me this way I spit it like I live it homie and the way I live is dangerous Fuck Officer Thornton Berry and Precinct 5 for playin games with us Mad cause we in a big house, driveway look like a car lot Since we young and black that's enough to make them President bitches fall out But I got the game from J. Prince bitch and I'm still learnin Able to flip with a suspended license, a sweet tooth, and still burnin On top of 22 inches of chrome and they still turnin Tryin to reach a bigger market I don't have a plaque but I'm still earnin Mo' than a motherfucker, my kinfolk Trae doin his thang too Fuck with us must be baldheaded so a hat is what I brand you Here's a couple of bitch niggaz that would love to see me dead And they can't stand the fact that Joseph McVey is backed up by bread Holla [Chorus] [Z-Ro] (Say Ridgemont!) Mo City my motherfuckin hood My nigga Grady and Mike Newsome in the streets up to no good Tryin to make good and get out the hood like I did, and I'm gon' help 'em do it Cause I got love for my real niggaz and I got extra chips to do it Look I used to reap a lot of shit now I'm startin to sew some Remember when I was dirt broke and love nobody showed none That's the reason I ain't smilin when you see me in person I'm tryin to peep out my surroundings cause them jackers be lurkin Ain't none of that takin my car or my chain, bitch you must be smokin Ain't nuttin smoother than to {?} his ass and I'll leave yo' head open I'ma roll the way I wanna roll in the 3 or the glass house Rov' Rangin with motherfuckers displayin my glass mouth Hit my licks and get off the game 'fore they get me I cash out Be somewhere down in water, off season with a big mustache mouth Barefooted on the beach bitch, just me and my fam Don't make these bullets melt in your mouth from this heat in my hand Holla [Chorus] [Z-Ro] Listen, I been a sucker for love once, I ain't gon' do it no mo' do' So listen up bitches you hoes won't get a red cent or rose doe Faster than the flash of a photo I'ma beat and hit that And if any lil' momma start to get posessive I'll dismiss that Not a jiggalo or nothin like that, but I like to beat it up by smokin 'dro and bumpin some rap Lil' momma get on top of me and put a hump in your back But if you upset a bitch I promise yo I'm dumpin the gat A couple of 7 point 2-6's right up under ya naps Hit everybody that was involved and put 'em under the map I run the streets like Jackee Joyner-Kersee plus I run rap I took a fall for 9 and a 1/2 months but I had to come back And at my arrival there was some bitch niggaz with some yakkity yak That hoe-ass nigga DJ Den and his whole raggedy pack Y'all niggaz'll never be Guerillas or the Screwed Up Click So when you see me holla at me lace ya shoes up bitch It's Screwed Up Click 4 Life [Chorus]