Z-Ro - It 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

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[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

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[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

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