The Dirty 3rd - Z-Ro, Z-Ro featuring Wood & Enjoli

24/7 and around the clock

I’ma keep my fingas around the Glock

When I bust I’ll be damned if I miss

Ain’t a goddamn body that’s gonna get around the shot

I’m the 007 of the Ridgemont 4

With W double O D, E N J O L I, we come so fly

Don’t get it twisted I swell up eyes and I swell up jaws

And I split eyebrows, and I really don’t give a damn

When a nigga pull the trick up outta my sleeve

I’m introduce you to the pistol pad

But when I finger that hoe, and when she come it hurt

Whatever take yourself, or the blood gon squirt

Give me my money for shots disburse

When I lit my shots, I clear the concerts

Jay-Jay and the Den-Den, we gon make a mill in the end then

Going overseas, in the Girbauds and fresh benefits

Decked out to Europe in outfits, steady stacking chips

Slanging birds, with a pen and beat the shit out these verbs

Vocabulary spit nothing but words

Drop mo' songs, than a bird do turds

We runnin Excursions, no more 'Burbans, in the biggest SUV

Screwed Up Click is my family name, abbreviated like S.U.C

Cause in the Dirty Third, niggas put prices up on our heads

Cause our cars, be running and haunting

Bitches move weight, like Jenny Craig

Its the Dirty Third, slanging birds stacking chips

Quick to pull a strap, empty clips if you trip

Its the Dirty Third, slanging birds stacking chips

We killas with pistol grip, steady letting our rugas rip

We ain’t burning the home grown

The Dirty Third where I roam

Slanging birds flipping zones, sipping syrup out our styrofoams

Quick to pull a strap empty clips, if you trip

We killas with pistol grip, steady letting our rugas rip

At the peak of my game against the grain, & I’m leaving a stain

Piece and chain its bezeltaine, bracelets watch and pinky rings

Twenty inches a roll, players throwed to pull hoes

Serve drank by the four, blowing bud in studios

Its paying me fetty and cheese, triple beams and dolja green

Chop on blades and swang on threes, SUV’s and Humvees

The W double O-D, Z-Ro and Enjoli

He said it once befo', look at what you done to me

Thought it was over but it ain’t, I separate the real and the fake

You sugar coated bustas, you put the filling in the cake

I’m still balling while moving J-A-T's, SKA no AMG’s

In the Dirty Third we shipping ki’s and, platinum c.d.'s nigga

Middle finger to you hoes, and all my foes

I done squashed the plex so what’s next, I rose

From the bottom to the top, Third Coast won’t stop

Southsil for lil, when trunks knocking tops drop

And the G’s body rock, I ride to these

Looking good gripping wood, with a ounce of the tweed

Having fun in the sun, making money by the tons

Stacking papas pulling capas, staying sharp for the evil ones

So lay it down 'fore the sparks fly

S.U.C.

full of moves, niggas we on the rise

Hopping outta wide bodies, and it don’t stop

Enjoli be the queen, and you bout’s to ride (say what)

It be so lovely it be so nice, being twice

Stay blinding you hoes, six figgas and reunite

Moving state to state, pushing albums like weight

Better regulate, and still screeeeaming