******* 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 *******ed Only gon' take 1 shot, leave you stretched out on the block. [Z-Ro:] I'm a mutha******' *******, 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 ******* 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 ******* fall out But I got the game from J. Prince ******* & 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 mutha*******, my kinfolk Trae doin' his thing too ******* with us must be baldheaded so a hat is what I brand you Here's a couple of ******* *******s 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] ******* 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 *******ed Only gon' take 1 shot, leave you stretched out on the block. [Z-Ro:] (Say Ridgemont!) Mo' City my mutha******' hood My ******* 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 *******s & I got extra chips to do it Look I used to reap alot of *******t 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, ******* 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 mutha*******s 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 *******, just me & my fam Don't make these bullets melt in your mouth from this heat in my hand Holla. [Chorus: Z-Ro] ******* 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 *******ed 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 ******* 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 **** in your back But if you upset a ******* 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 ******* *******s with some yakkity yak That hoe ass ******* DJ Den & his whole raggedy pack Y'all *******s will never be Gorillas or the Screwed Up Click So when you see me holla at me lace your shoes up ******* It's Screwed Up Click 4 Life. [Chorus: Z-Ro] ******* 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 *******ed Only gon' take 1 shot, leave you stretched out on the block.
******* 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 *******ed Only gon' take 1 shot, leave you stretched out on the block. [Z-Ro:] I'm a mutha******' *******, 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 ******* 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 ******* fall out But I got the game from J. Prince ******* & 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 mutha*******, my kinfolk Trae doin' his thing too ******* with us must be baldheaded so a hat is what I brand you Here's a couple of ******* *******s 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] ******* 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 *******ed Only gon' take 1 shot, leave you stretched out on the block. [Z-Ro:] (Say Ridgemont!) Mo' City my mutha******' hood My ******* 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 *******s & I got extra chips to do it Look I used to reap alot of *******t 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, ******* 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 mutha*******s 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 *******, just me & my fam Don't make these bullets melt in your mouth from this heat in my hand Holla. [Chorus: Z-Ro] ******* 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 *******ed 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 ******* 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 **** in your back But if you upset a ******* 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 ******* *******s with some yakkity yak That hoe ass ******* DJ Den & his whole raggedy pack Y'all *******s will never be Gorillas or the Screwed Up Click So when you see me holla at me lace your shoes up ******* It's Screwed Up Click 4 Life. [Chorus: Z-Ro] ******* 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 *******ed Only gon' take 1 shot, leave you stretched out on the block.
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