Southside Can't Stop
(专辑: Screwed Up Click Representa - 2002)
[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, hollering 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 x2] [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 x2] [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 x2] [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)