Soufside Can't Stop (feat. Lil' Keke)

[talking:]

Uh-huh, Z-Ro the Crooked nigga

Z-Ro the motherfucking 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 fuck the peace

I got a slug for these haters, that's approaching me wrong

Then I mash off in first class, 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 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]

[Lil' Keke:]

What's up young Ro, that's my young nigga

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 fucking 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 niggas brain

[Hook x2]

[talking:]

Hoe ass nigga feel that there, Southside

S.U.C. Southsi' for li', ain't no hate to the other side

Nigga we all South of 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

Hit the stash spot out, for the glock

Fuck the crooked cops, Z-Ro feel that

We bomb first, when we ride