Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It Don't Stop, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 28.02.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It Don't Stop |
| Nigga it don’t stop, so keep on flippin your Glock\nWhether it’s drama or not\nCause somebody might run up in ya spot, whether you servin or not\nThat’s how it go on the block\nKeep your eyes open because the police they plot\nDon’t let your spot get hot, you gon' end up gettin popped\nSo when I’m in the drop I’m strapped with my thumb cocked\nOnly gon' take one shot, leave you stretched out on the block\nI’m a motherfuckin asshole, every day all day\nE.B.K. every 24 hours these Houston streets made me this way\nI spit it like I live it homie and the way I live is dangerous\nFuck Officer Thornton Berry and Precinct 5 for playin games with us\nMad cause we in a big house, driveway look like a car lot\nSince we young and black that’s enough to make them President bitches fall out\nBut I got the game from J. Prince bitch and I’m still learnin\nAble to flip with a suspended license, a sweet tooth, and still burnin\nOn top of 22 inches of chrome and they still turnin\nTryin to reach a bigger market I don’t have a plaque but I’m still earnin\nMo' than a motherfucker, my kinfolk Trae doin his thang too\nFuck with us must be baldheaded so a hat is what I brand you\nHere’s a couple of bitch niggaz that would love to see me dead\nAnd they can’t stand the fact that Joseph McVey is backed up by bread\nHolla\n(Say Ridgemont!) Mo City my motherfuckin hood\nMy nigga Grady and Mike Newsome in the streets up to no good\nTryin to make good and get out the hood like I did, and I’m gon' help 'em do it\nCause I got love for my real niggaz and I got extra chips to do it\nLook I used to reap a lot of shit now I’m startin to sew some\nRemember when I was dirt broke and love nobody showed none\nThat’s the reason I ain’t smilin when you see me in person\nI’m tryin to peep out my surroundings cause them jackers be lurkin\nAin’t none of that takin my car or my chain, bitch you must be smokin\nAin’t nuttin smoother than to his ass and I’ll leave yo' head open\nI’ma roll the way I wanna roll in the 3 or the glass house\nRov' Rangin with motherfuckers displayin my glass mouth\nHit my licks and get off the game 'fore they get me I cash out\nBe somewhere down in water, off season with a big mustache mouth\nBarefooted on the beach bitch, just me and my fam\nDon’t make these bullets melt in your mouth from this heat in my hand\nHolla\nListen, I been a sucker for love once, I ain’t gon' do it no mo' do'\nSo listen up bitches you hoes won’t get a red cent or rose doe\nFaster than the flash of a photo I’ma beat and hit that\nAnd if any lil' momma start to get posessive I’ll dismiss that\nNot a jiggalo or nothin like that, but I like to beat it up\nby smokin 'dro and bumpin some rap\nLil' momma get on top of me and put a hump in your back\nBut if you upset a bitch I promise yo I’m dumpin the gat\nA couple of 7 point 2−6's right up under ya naps\nHit everybody that was involved and put 'em under the map\nI run the streets like Jackee Joyner-Kersee plus I run rap\nI took a fall for 9 and a ½ months but I had to come back\nAnd at my arrival there was some bitch niggaz with some yakkity yak\nThat hoe-ass nigga DJ Den and his whole raggedy pack\nY’all niggaz’ll never be Guerillas or the Screwed Up Click\nSo when you see me holla at me lace ya shoes up bitch\nIt’s Screwed Up Click 4 Life |