It Don't Stop chords and lyrics - Z-RO

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[Verse 1]
[Dm]Nigga it don't stop,
so keep on flippin' your Glock
Whether it's drama or not
'Cause somebody might run up in ya spot,
whether you servin' or not
That's how it go on the block
Keep your eyes open because
the police they plot
Don't let your spot get hot,
you gon' end up gettin' popped
So when I'm in the drop,
I'm strapped with my thumb cocked
Only gon' take one shot,
leave you stretched out on the block

[Verse 2]
I'm a motherfuckin' [Dm]asshole,
every day, all day
E.B.K. every 24 hours these Houston
streets made me this way
I spit it like I live it homie,
and the way I live is dangerous
Fuck Officer Thornton Berry and Precinct
5 for playin' games with us

[Verse 3]
[Dm]Mad 'cause we in a big house,
driveway look like a car lot
Since we young and black
that's enough
To make them President bitches fall out
But I got the game from J. Prince bitch,
and I'm still learnin'

[Verse 4]
Able to [Dm]flip with a suspended license,
a sweet tooth, and still burnin'
On top of twenty- two inches of
chrome and they still turnin'
Tryin' to reach a bigger market,
I don't have a plaque but I'm still earnin'
Mo' than a motherfucker,
my kinfolk Trae doin' his thang too

[Verse 5]
Fuck [Dm]with us, must be baldheaded
so a hat is what I brand you
Here's a couple of bitch niggaz that would
love to see me dead
And they can't stand the fact that Joseph
McVey is backed up by bread
Holla

[Verse 6]
Nigga it don't [Dm]stop,
so keep on flippin' your Glock
Whether it's drama or not
'Cause somebody might run up in ya spot,
whether you servin' or not
That's how it go on the block
Keep your eyes open because
the police they plot
Don't let your spot get hot,
you gon' end up gettin popped
So when I'm in the drop,
I'm strapped with my thumb cocked
Only gon' take one shot,
leave you stretched out on the block

[Verse 7]
Say [Dm]Ridgemont! Mo City,
my motherfuckin' hood
My nigga Grady and Mike Newsome
in the streets up to no good
Tryin' to make good and get
out the hood like I did
And I'm gon' help 'em do it
'Cause I got love for my real niggaz and
I got extra chips to do it

[Verse 8]
Look I [Dm]used to reap a lot of shit,
now I'm startin' to sew some
Remember when I was dirt broke and love
nobody showed none
That's the reason I ain't smilin'
when you see me in person
I'm tryin' to peep out my surroundings
'cause them jackers be lurkin'

[Verse 9]
Ain't none of that [Dm]takin' my car or my chain,
bitch you must be smokin'
Ain't nothin' smoother than to his ass
and I'll leave yo' head open
I'ma roll the way I wanna roll in
the three or the glass house
Rov' Rangin' with motherfuckers,
displayin' my glass mouth

[Verse 10]
Hit my [Dm]licks and get off the game,
'fore they get me I cash out
Be somewhere down in water,
off season with a big moustache mouth
Barefooted on the beach bitch,
just me and my fam
Don't make these bullets melt in your
mouth from this heat in my hand
Holla

[Verse 11]
Nigga it don't [Dm]stop,
so keep on flippin' your Glock
Whether it's drama or not
'Cause somebody might run up in ya spot,
whether you servin' or not
That's how it go on the block
Keep your eyes open because
the police they plot
Don't let your spot get hot,
you gon' end up gettin' popped
So when I'm in the drop I'm
strapped with my thumb cocked
Only gon' take one shot,
leave you stretched out on the block

[Verse 12]
Listen, I been [Dm]a sucker for love once,
I ain't gon' do it no mo' do'
So listen up bitches,
you hoes won't get a red cent or rose doe
Faster than the flash of a photo,
I'ma beat and hit that
And if any lil' momma start to get possessive,
I'll dismiss that

[Verse 13]
Not [Dm]a jiggalo or nothin' like that,
but I like to beat it up
By smokin 'dro and bumpin some rap
Lil' momma get on top of me
and put a hump in your back
But if you upset a bitch,
I promise you I'm dumpin the gat

[Verse 14]
A couple of seven [Dm]point
2- 6's right up under ya naps
Hit everybody that was involved
and put 'em under the map
I run the streets like Jackee Joyner-
Kersee plus I run rap
I took a fall for nine and a half
months but I had to come back

[Verse 15]
And at my arrival there was some [Dm]bitch
niggaz with some yakkity- yak
That hoe- ass nigga DJ Den
and his whole raggedy pack
Y'all niggaz'll never be Guerillas
or the Screwed Up Click
So when you see me holla at me,
lace ya shoes up, bitch
It's Screwed Up Click 4 Life

[Verse 16]
Nigga it don't [Dm]stop,
so keep on flippin' your Glock
Whether it's drama or not
'Cause somebody might run up in ya spot,
whether you servin' or not
That's how it go on the block
Keep your eyes open because
the police they plot
Don't let your spot get hot,
you gon' end up gettin popped
So when I'm in the drop I'm
strapped with my thumb cocked
Only gon' take one shot,

[Outro 1]
leave you stretched out on the block
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