Z-Ro - Southside Can't Stop Lyrics
[Hook]Southside, we bomb first, when we rideSwanging on elbows chopping on choppers that's rightCause we real, on a mission to get it can't stopGoing platinum, everytime another tape drop[Z-Ro]It's the return of Z-Ro the Crooked, busting heads strictly for cashTaking out contracts on hatas, with my beam and a maskYou can run you can hide, but it ain't no escapingI'm a trend setter with a beretta, for real it ain't no fakingI done showed up and I poured up then, I blowed up like yeastDiamonds slugs up on my teeth, hollerin' violence ***** the peaceGot a slug for these hatas, that's approaching me wrongThen I mash off in first class there ain't no coach in my zoneHydro weed to the dome, put up a rag to the chromeI'm kinda quick to click so get gone, or catch one to the domeMo City Texas that's my home, but I can roam all overSo much ghetto love, these cats gone get me full up I'm soberReal recognize real, and the fake gone fade awayUse to selling drugs to get that pay but God done mad a wayFor me to stack my ends, my paper, my moola, my feddyAnd caught this world by surprise, I knew you hoes wasn't ready[Hook - 2x][Den Den]We be crooked than a *****, catch me dead in the mixShoot some dice start a fight, or scrambling for a lickChasing my cheddar riding much wetter, we finally made itBreaking bread with the real ones, now the fake ones hate itI be bombing like a plane, engulfed by Mary JaneHogging a lane like Deebo, bo'guard like Brother ManGripping the grain, leaving a stain on the pavement and the mindOur *****es in brail, so the block can read my rhymesAniline all my hoes, till they knees on my foesBetter prepare for the two piece, that's fin to touch your noseI'm boring no man, riding red, chopping fansSliding through Mo Town, distributing contrabandSlipping and sliding like a snake, stacking my feddy like a bankMoving slow like a tortoise, cause I'm tipsy from the drinkHitting the dank and I pass it, roll on glass and a casketSo much god damn money in the South, it's drastic[Hook - 2x][Z-Ro]Rolling over the competition, on a mission for the crownAin't no obstacle gonna stop me, cause I'm knocking them all downTill I make it to the T-O-P, King of the Ghetto is who Ro beYou better just back up or get smacked up, you fellas really don't know meA total stranger, man filled with angerSince busters always tripping, always keep one in the holeOne deep is how I roll, just me and the calicoTrying to beef with Z-Ro, you gotta go, you gotta goMash the pedal to the floor, let the tommy gun goI ain't never had no love for a mark, is how it goFortune and fame about to grow, 20 thousand for a showAnd it ain't no more regular weed, ain't nothing but do-do and that droRidgemont 4 is what I claim, blue and red but we don't bangI wear my color you wear your color, because it's all about that changeI remain to stay the same, trunk full of bang screens rainI'm still a Ridgemont hardhead, leaning in niggas brain[Hook - 2x](*talking*)Hoe ass nigga, feel that there, SouthsideS.U.C., Southsive for live, ain't no hate to the other sideNigga we all shout for the third coast, feel thatZ-Ro the Crooked nigga, Z-Ro the mother*****ing Mo City DonAnd it go down, and it don't stop cause it can't stopSo therefor it won't stop, blades we gone chopWhen the laws hit the block, fences we gone hopHitt the stash spot out for the glock***** the crooked cops, 2kAce in your mother*****ing faceZ-Ro, feel that (feel that)
