Z-Ro, Lil’ Flex , Big Mello - Still Standing lyrics

Yes indeed, H Town, it go
Down Lil' Flex, Z-Ro, big Mello
Know what I'm saying
You boys can't stop us man
Unstopable, feel me, yeah
They got to feel us till they kill us
This for the radio

Ain't nothing but a g thang baby
Turnel sets dried yellow bones crazy
Can't fade me, died lately
Pulling out the escallade or a mercedes
Trunk popper, show stopper, drank sipper
Rule number one is to never tip a stripper
And I know a lot of y'all
Want to wish me trouble
Went from swanging hoo doos
To a bentley bubble
Image is everything, diamonds in every ring
Piece and chains that hang down
Low to my dang-a lang
Stop that, cop that, I'm a baller baby
Got the rims that poke out
On the prowler baby
I'm the same young cat that
Dropped the jewels on them
Next year I'm about to drop 22's on them
From the Mo to the Fo
Back to airport landing
Diamonds speak for theyself
Flex so outstanding

Still standing
And you know we represent the south
And ya know ya know we represent the south
Still standing, we in the door and these
Haters can't keep us out

I represent that S-O-U T-H to the S-ID-E
Drop screens you can see me completely
Off the heezy, fa sheezy I'm breezy
Cause my diamonds they be known
To blind hoes like Stevie
Believe me, outstanding with my family
From me and Z-Ro and Lil' Flex at the grammy
Boss player from Texas
You could tell by the necklace
We gone break these hoes on four's
Now we frozen the Lexus
My protected, move around, get around
Come through show some round when
We hit your town
It go down, whoa now, school slow down
Watch these fours roll down
Crawl down your block
Top drop, trunk knock, Glock cocked
And these shops gone bop, it don't stop
Won't stop, how it go down
Harm clock, Mo City, south west still shine
Wooo

Screwed up representer these fellas
Don't want none from the land of the trunk
Poppers where ballers blow tons
We stacking funds
And living our life out on the run
In search of a platinum plack trying
To get stacks it just begun
If you talking down move around
We ain't having that
East and West took it before but see
We came to grab it back
Can't see us like cataracts
Off in our natural habitat
That's the studio and bro you know
Ain't no more selling crack
Ain't nothing but rocking trash talking on
Down to the ain't that
Cause, I'm a veteran to this here ever
Since the days of the Wave Band
When I was knee high to a grass
Hopper but now we roll on chppers
Me and Gene hovering over the
Ground in candy helicopters
Now we platinum status without
Driving a dodge stratus
Keeping it gangsta energy instinct with
A heater to protect us man it's third coast
To me our music mean the most
Big Mello and Lil' Flex and Z-Ro the
Crooked as your folks and we