I Dont Stop Lyrics - Z-ro

(Chorus: Z-Ro) 

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 

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(Z-Ro) 

I'm a motherfuckin 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 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 niggaz that would love to see me dead 

And they can't stand the fact that Joseph McVey is backed up by bread 

Holla 

(Chorus) 

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(Z-Ro) 

(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 niggaz 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 

(Chorus) 

(Z-Ro) 

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 niggaz with some yakkity yak 

That hoe-ass nigga DJ Den and his whole raggedy pack 

Y'all niggaz'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 

(Chorus)