Z-Ro - It Don't Stop lyrics

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

I'm a motherfuckin asshole, every day all day
EBK 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 niggas that
Would love to see me dead
And they can't stand the fact that Joseph
McVey is backed up by bread holla

(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 niggas 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

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 niggas with some yakkity yak
That hoe-ass nigga DJ Den and
His whole raggedy pack
Y'all niggas'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