Letra de I Don't Stop de Z-RoLetras de Canciones

Letra 'I Don't Stop'

[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

[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]

[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 12 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]