Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Southside Can't Stop Lyrics

f/ Den Den

 

 [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 hatas, 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 poured up then, I blowed up like yeast

 Diamonds slugs up on my teeth, hollerin' violence fuck the peace

 Got a slug for these hatas, that's approaching me wrong

 Then I mash off in first class there 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 drugs 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 - 2x]

 

 [Den Den]

 We be crooked than a bitch, catch me dead in the mix

 Shoot some dice start a fight, or scrambling for a lick

 Chasing my cheddar riding much wetter, we finally made it

 Breaking bread with the real ones, now the fake ones hate it

 I be bombing like a plane, engulfed by Mary Jane

 Hogging a lane like Deebo, bo'guard like Brother Man

 Gripping the grain, leaving a stain on the pavement and the mind

 Our bitches in brail, so the block can read my rhymes

 Aniline all my hoes, till they knees on my foes

 Better prepare for the two piece, that's fin to touch your nose

 I'm boring no man, riding red, chopping fans

 Sliding through Mo Town, distributing contraband

 Slipping and sliding like a snake, stacking my feddy like a bank

 Moving slow like a tortoise, cause I'm tipsy from the drink

 Hitting the dank and I pass it, roll on glass and a casket

 So much god damn money in the South, it's drastic

 

 [Hook - 2x]

 

 [Z-Ro]

 Rolling over the competition, on a mission for the crown

 Ain't no obstacle gonna stop me, cause I'm knocking them 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 about 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 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 niggas brain

 

 [Hook - 2x]

 

 (*talking*)

 Hoe ass nigga, feel that there, Southside

 S.U.C., Southsive for live, ain't no hate to the other side

 Nigga we all shout for the third coast, feel that

 Z-Ro the Crooked nigga, Z-Ro the motherfucking 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

 Hitt the stash spot out for the glock

 Fuck the crooked cops, 2kAce in your motherfucking face

 Z-Ro, feel that (feel that)