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Z-Ro - Still Standing lyrics
f/ Big Mello, Lil' Flex [Z-Ro talking] Yes indeed, H-Town, it go down Lil' Flex, Z-Ro, Big Mello Know what I'm saying, you boys can't stop us man Unstopable, feel me, yeah They got to feel us till they kill us, this for the radio [Lil' Flex] Ain't nothing but a g thang baby Turnel sets dried yellow bones crazy Can't fade me, died lately Pulling out the escallade or a mercedes Trunk popper, show stopper, drank sipper Rule number one is to never tip a stripper And I know a lot of y'all want to wish me trouble Went from swanging hoo-doos to a bentley bubble Image is everything, diamonds in every ring Piece and chains that hang down low to my dang-a-lang Stop that, cop that, I'm a baller baby Got the rims that poke out on the prowler baby I'm the same young cat that dropped the jewels on them Next year I'm about to drop 22's on them From the Mo to the Fo, back to airport landing Diamonds speak for theyself, Flex so outstanding [Chorus] Still standing, and you know we represent the south And ya know ya know we represent the south Still standing, we in the door and these haters can't keep us out [Big Mello] I represent that S-O-U-T-H to the S-I-D-E Drop screens you can see me completely Off the heezy, fa sheezy I'm breezy Cause my diamonds they be known to blind hoes like Stevie Believe me, outstanding with my family From me and Z-Ro and Lil' Flex at the grammy Boss player from Texas, you could tell by the necklace We gone break these hoes on four's now we frozen the Lexus My protected, move around, get around Come through show some round when we hit your town It go down, whoa now, school slow down Watch these fours roll down crawl down your block Top drop, trunk knock, glock cocked And these shops gone bop, it don't stop Won't stop, how it go down Harm clock, Mo City, south west still shine, wooo [Chorus] [Z-Ro] Screwed up representer these fellas don't want none From the land of the trunk poppers where ballers blow tons We stacking funds, and living our life out on the run In search of a platinum plack trying to get stacks it just begun If you talking down move around we ain't having that East and West took it before but see we came to grab it back Can't see us like cataracts, off in our natural habitat That's the studio and bro you know ain't no more selling crack Ain't nothing but rocking trash talking on down to the ain't that Cause I'm a veteran to this here ever since the days of the Wave Band When I was knee high to a grass hopper but now we roll on chppers Me and Gene hovering over the ground in candy helicopters Now we platinum status without driving a dodge stratus Keeping it gangsta energy instinct with a heater to protect us Man it's third coast, to me our music mean the most Big Mello and Lil' Flex and Z-Ro the crooked as your folks and we [Chorus - 2x] |
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