Z-ro - Song Cry lyrics

[Z-Ro] Houston, we have a mother f**ing problem [Lil' Keke Intro] Most anticipated in Texas history n***a Young Don you know what I'm sayin I been gettin money, Lil' C keep stackin n***a 1,2,3,4, we done done it again You know, these n***as out here makin love haha Check it out Get off your a** n***a, go get your money If you stand in line long enough, you gone get to the window homie You know what I'm sayin, I been gettin it Oh original S.U.C. that is haha M.V.P. n***a! [Lil' Keke Verse] You know what I came in this game I woke up one morning I was thinking about the grain Jumped in the drop, seats real bu*ter I turned up the bang and it made the trunk stutter I'm ridin up the vard, I'm thinkin bout some b**hes I pa** by Eddie, let him work on my switches Now I'm gettin juice, pancakes droppin It's the Young Don and the way he stoppin I never ever stop, I smoke good crop You know when I hold you know I come red out the shop It might be apple, it might be brandy Nine coats of clear, I got some wet a** candy I'm comin out the south, since '93 D-O-N the K-E-K-E n***as know one thing, I bring hat Freestyle king Young Don, Fat Pat I did it from the top, I did it for the true It's the Young Don still rep Hoover blue What's up to them Bloods, it's a whole nation Gangsta a** n***as, thug n***as on vacation s**as go home, my click still strong I'm coming down candy red ridin on that bone Bone in size, lookin light tan Drop the top and swang four's to the sand Now I'm at the water, hoes see us slaughter It's the Young Don still chasin after daughters Chasin after hoes ridin on four's, every time I ride I be on my tip toes Gliding through the lane, holdin wood grain n***as know Young Don Ke do his thing I came for the title, I came back hard s**a a** n***as had to give me my card Now they still hidin, look at them run I'm chasin n***as after with a what, chopper gun Bustin boys down, s**as just a clown 7-1-3 I'm the king of the town, I'm still underground I'm still hoover screw, I'm still coming hard and I'm still ridin blue I'm ridin cobalt I might be ridin navy, it's the Young Don only God can save me Lord help me, please come back, I'm diggin in my pocket and I'm bout to spend a stack I'm still sellin crack, I'm still writing raps It's the Young Don keep stars on my caps Every time I ride, every time I slide s**as start runnin, boys start hidin It's the Young Don, I'm ridin in the car Freestyle king still a f**ing super star I'm still a what, king, I'm about to live a dream Everytime I pull out I'm with a strong team A team full of goons, higher than the moon So much wood, it's lookin like a living room Inside the vet, it's wet like a pet Herschelwood, Texas still represent my set I am the king listen to my tongue, hoes start listening and them hoes get sprung I be breaking mics, I be breakin cars It's the young don still tippin boulevards What about the Chevy, it sits so heavy Ima break the game up, if n***as let me I'm outta H-Town, what's up Fat Pat, it's the Young Don hoes still try to chat I holla at a dime, cause it ain't a crime I'm hollerin at them n***as dressed in white doin time Boys in the pen, stand up strong, it's the Young Don on the mic going long I can't fall off, I represent the south, I spent 20 thousand on my mother f**ing mouth Now my rocks glow, 30 for a show, I'll break a hoe, n***as don't know I still go hard, I still go what And it's the Young Don might be ridin trophy truck Sittin on the buck, sittin on the grey n***as better go home if they tryna play I'll never do it, I'll never stop It's the Young Don might just cut off the top Let them see the inside, let them see the drop Coming down all sunshine I don't pop trunk, I don't ride belt I ride old school make sure the pain felt n***as don't stop, n***as still hatin, it's the Young Don might be ridin, ice skatin Ridin on them four's, ridin on them spiders, never pay attention to them broke dick riders Can't see me I can't be stopped, it's the Young Don smoking green colored crop Smoking on the kush, smoking on the purple n***as talking down, I only f** with my circle Only my crew, this what it do, whats up Screw You, I still love you It's the Young Don,I do it for my son,money by the ton,s**as on the run [Z-Ro Verse] Drinkin on soda, with the bar in it You know what I'm talkin about, I'm in the coupe I ain't walkin the lot, I parking lot pimp in the lot f**in with these bad a** b**hes, but I know they after riches Not mine, I got a gun and I'ma co*k mine Hater gimme 50, drop down My n***a C-Mo, and that boy Mike Mo down with Z-Ro And that Lil' C, it's going down, n***a we representing H-Town We'll lay you down in this b**h, don't talk sh** we'll spray you down in this b**h quick And all you n***as dead mane, cereal bowl holes in heads mane That's real talk, hold up R.I.P. to Hawk R.I.P. to Mo, R.I.P. to Chad, I don't need a pen and pad, I'm actin bad Hold up I'm on that Madden, in the crib 1 deep and I'm saggin Blue raggin and flaggin at the same time, did 17 murders with the same 9 God damn n***a, I'm just runnin my mouth, but I'm still reppin the south Y'all know what I'm talkin about, walk in with the pistol, hit him, then I walk out I get my mother f**ing bread n***a, and guess what I got, 10 more bullets for your head n***a Screwed Up Click all day long, I'm gone but I can run my block from a payphone Why, cause I got OG cred, every time we hit the parkin lot we turn heads Like Chad, and the mother f**ing Bun did, I got bread about 100 What thousand dollars for the ABN, King of the Ghetto entertainment then And that G-Maab entertain, Trae I love you mane, real talk