It Don’t Stop

[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 your spot, whether you servin' or not
That's how it go on the block.
Keep your eyes open because the polies 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 1 shot, leave you stretched out on the block.

[Z-Ro:]
I'm a muthafuckin' 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 homey & the way I live is dangerous
Fuck Officer Thornton Berry & Precinct 5 for playin' games with us
Mad 'cause we in a big house, driveway look like a car lot
Since we young & black that's enough to make them President bitches fall out
But I got the game from J. Prince bitch & I'm still learnin'
Able to flip with a suspended license, a sweet tooth & still burnin'
On top of 22 inches of chrome & they still turnin'
Tryin' to reach a bigger market I don't have a plaque but I'm still earnin'
More than a muthafucker, my kinfolk Trae doin' his thing too
Fuck with us must be baldheaded so a hat is what I brand you
Here's a couple of bitch niggas 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]
Nigga It Don't Stop, so keep on flippin' your Glock
Whether it's drama or not.
'Cause somebody might run up in your spot, whether you servin' or not
That's how it go on the block.
Keep your eyes open because the polies 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 1 shot, leave you stretched out on the block.

[Z-Ro:]
(Say Ridgemont!) Mo' City my muthafuckin' hood
My nigga Grady & Mike Newsome in the streets up to no good
Tryin' to make good & get out the hood like I did & I'm gon' help 'em do it
'Cause I got love for my real niggas & I got extra chips to do it
Look I used to reap alot of shit now I'm startin' to sew some
Remember when I was dirt broke & 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 violent his ass & I'll leave yo' head open
I'm a roll the way I wanna roll in the 3 or the glass house
Rov' Rangin' with muthafuckers displayin' my glass mouth
Hit my licks & 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 & my fam
Don't make these bullets melt in your mouth from this heat in my hand
Holla.

[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 your spot, whether you servin' or not
That's how it go on the block.
Keep your eyes open because the polies 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 1 shot, leave you stretched out on the block.

[Z-Ro:]
Listen, I been a sucker for love once, I ain't gon' do it no more though
So listen up bitches you hoes won't get a red cent or rose though
Faster than the flash of a photo I'm a beat & hit that
And if any lil' mama start to get possessive I'll dismiss that
Not a jiggalo or nothin' like that, but I like to beat it up
By smokin' 'dro & bumpin' some rap
Lil' mama get on top of me & put a hump in your back
But if you upset a bitch I promise you I'm dumpin' the ghat
A couple of 7 point 2 6's right up under ya naps
Hit everybody that was involved & put 'em under the map
I run the streets like Jackee Joyner-Kersee plus I run rap
I took a fall for 9 & a 1/2 months but I had to come back
And at my arrival there was some bitch niggas with some yakkity yak
That hoe ass nigga DJ Den & his whole raggedy pack
Y'all niggas will never be Gorillas or the Screwed Up Click
So when you see me holla at me lace your shoes up bitch
It's Screwed Up Click 4 Life.

[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 your spot, whether you servin' or not
That's how it go on the block.
Keep your eyes open because the polies 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 1 shot, leave you stretched out on the block.

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