Z-Ro, Lil Keke - Soufside Can't Stop lyrics

Uh, huh, Z-Ro the Crooked nigga
Z-Ro the motherfucking Mo City Don
And it go down

Southside, we bomb first when we ride
Swanging on elbows
Chopping on choppers that's right
Cause we real
On a mission to get it can't stop
Going platinum, everytime another tape drop

It's the return of Z-Ro the Crooked
Busting heads strictly for cash
Taking out contracts on haters
With my beam and a mask
You can run you can hide
But it ain't no escaping
I'm a trend setter with a beretta
For real it ain't no faking
I done showed up and I po'd up
Then I blowed up like yeast
Diamonds slugs up on my teeth
Hollerin' violence fuck the peace
I got a slug for these haters
That's approaching me wrong
Then I mash off in first class
It ain't no coach in my zone
Hydro weed to the dome
Put up a rag to the chrome
I'm kinda quick to click so get gone
Or catch one to the dome
Mo City Texas that's my home
But I can roam all over so much ghetto love
These cats gone get me full up I'm sober
Real recognize real
And the fake gone fade away
Use to selling drugs to get that pay
But God done mad a way
For me to stack my ends my paper
My moola my feddy
And caught this world by surprise
I knew you hoes wasn't ready

What's up young Ro, that's my young nigga
CMG my click, and my family getting bigger
Utiful icon, independent cash
It's the Young Don
Get my Glock out the stash
I be riding grey, I never do play
Southside Houston Texas, that's where I stay
I do it for my state, Texas on the plate
And if I sell crack, I'ma move heavy weight
It's the Young Don, and I'm still a fucking G
I be riding up the slab, blowing on that tree
Blowing on that 'ghan, blowing on that kush
It's the Young Don
And my slab don't need a push
Do it for the car, do it for the Mo
Freestyle flow, I ain't never been a hoe
The South coming back
We coming for the title
Fat Pat, DJ Screw them still my idols man

Rolling over the competition
On a mission for the crown
Ain't no obstacle gonna stop me
Cause I'm knocking em all down
Till I make it to the T-O-P
King of the Ghetto is who Ro be
You better just back up or get smacked up
You fellas really don't know me
A total stranger, man filled with anger
Since busters always tripping
Always keep one in the hole
One deep is how I roll
Just me and the calico
Trying to beef with Z-Ro
You gotta go you gotta go
Mash the pedal to the floor
Let the tommy gun go
I ain't never had no love for a mark
Is how it go fortune and fame bout to grow
20 thousand for a show
And it ain't no more regular weed
Ain't nothing but do do and that dro
Ridgemont 4 is what I claim
Blue and red but we don't bang
I'll wear my color you wear your color
Because it's all about that change
I remain to stay the same
Trunk full of bang screens rain
I'm still a Ridgemont hardhead
Leaning in niggas brain

Hoe ass nigga feel that there, Southside
SUC southsi' for li'
Ain't no hate to the other side
Nigga we all South of the Third Coast
Feel that z-Ro the Crooked nigga
Z-Ro the motherfucking Mo City Don
And it go down
And it don't stop cause it can't stop
So therefor it won't stop
Blades we gone chop
When the laws hit the block
Fences we gone hop
Hit the stash spot out, for the Glock
Fuck the crooked cops, Z-Ro feel that
We bomb first, when we ride