|
******* 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******' 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 |
|
******* 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 hump 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. |
