Z-ro - Soufside Can't Stop lyrics

[Talking:] Uh-huh, Z-Ro the Crooked n***a Z-Ro the motherf**ing Mo City Don And it go down [Hook:] 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 [Z-Ro:] 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 f** the peace I got a slug for these haters, that's approaching me wrong Then I mash off in first cla**, 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 d** 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 [Hook x2] [Lil' Keke:] What's up young Ro, that's my young n***a C.M.G. 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 f**ing 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 [Hook x2] [Z-Ro:] 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 n***as brain [Hook x2] [Talking:] Hoe a** n***a feel that there, Southside S.U.C. Southsi' for li', ain't no hate to the other side n***a we all South of the Third Coast, feel that Z-Ro the Crooked n***a, Z-Ro the motherf**ing 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 f** the crooked cops, Z-Ro feel that We bomb first, when we ride