Z-Ro

Still Watchin'

Z-Ro


[Hook - 2x] 
Still watching, keep peeping 
Still watching me yeah, keep peeping 

[Z-Ro] 
They told me, if you feel me 
Fuck a record label, and a negotiation they trying to deal me 
They watching me to close, and trying to play me 
Make a nigga Unibomb your block, everybody on me will be a
Swayze 
Patrick peep my hat trick, but I ain't an audition 
Even though I've been known, to make people and guns come up
missing 
Witness, my disappearing act 
Cause motherfuckers be tripping and sweating me, like I'm still
selling crack 
Or recognize my nigga Grady, out that P.U.D 
All them other niggaz act like it, but he's my G 
I sit and watch, as my home boys show me they fake love 
I'm your partna, why I come second to bitches and drugs 
So fuck balling with y'all, I ride out 
When I'm rich, I still flip in the truck and slide out 
Y'all done made a mistake, you should of never mixed my blood
with Trae 
Them Maab niggaz have arrived, Z-Ro, Boss and Jay 

[Hook - 2x] 

[Trae] 
You must of made a mistake, you should of never mixed my blood
with Ro 
Them Maab niggaz have arrived, out the trunk with a fo'-fo' 
Pissed off and agg'd, running round with a attitude 
Repping the Dirty South, now where the fuck is your gratitude 
Selfish son of a bitch, we deserve the throne 
I can show you how to stunt, when I'm tipping the chrome 
You don't wanna see me with that Mack, in front of your home 
On the block in a drop, the same color as stone 
Out of your league, and lately I've been out of my mind 
I needed green as a team, so I got on the grind 
S.U.C., and nigga I've been repping it raw 
You rep it the wrong, and nigga I'll be breaking your jaw 
I ain't fucking with you niggaz, who be fucking with laws 
The same thang different day, y'all can kiss my balls 

[Hook - 2x] 

[Jay'Ton] 
Next nigga hating S.L.A.B., getting whooped and tossed 
Perpetrating like a G, when you knowing you soft 
It's Jay'Ton I ain't playing, when I'm spitting my name 
Double 12 gauge slugs, that'll fuck up your frame 
You got me wrong, in this song got me speaking the truth 
Hit the block with the glock, I'll show you my proof 
They should of never mixed my blood, with the Ro and Trae 
It's SK all day, Boss what you say 

[Lil Boss Hogg] 
Cop a sack cock the Lac, cut the corner 
Cuff Khakis creased, please call a corner 
Cut quarters and quarters, and kept it banging 
Blue both fat laces, bandanas hanging 
Bodies on extra tight, for the test a fight 
Bring light, to a nigga tonight 
Wife beater with a big heel, repping the set 
Breaking they necks, cashing they checks and fucking with Vets 

[Hook - 2x]