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You Don t Stop lyrics
You don t stop, you keep on(X3)
Fashion-
Hey it s the junkyard nigga, kid, you know what I m about
Puffin on a fat one, guzzlin a Guinness Stout
Bonin BITCHES on a regular, word up, my game is lethal
That s my word, I m tellin ya
Livin foul like a motherfucka, that s the way it s been
Ever since I was a shorty, sucker
So don t even try to flex, I ll put a round in your chest
And leave you in a fuckin mess
Niggas know my style they be playin , if I have to catch a body
I will, know what I m sayin ?
Niggas from Corona don t be havin it, you put your face in my grill
I ll be stabbin it
You fuck around and catch a bad one, I ll kill you like a 6pack
And put you in a bag, son
And I still ain t frontin , fully loaded keg shells
Ready to go huntin
You don t stop, you keep on(X2)
Many MC s that defeated me, please wave your arm
You don t stop, you keep on(X2)
Many MC s that defeated me, please wave your arm
Psycho Les-
I come equipped with shit that s fucken wicked, damn
Niggers cant fuck with the program
I take a stand and look down the clip
I take a swig and then spark up the spliff(boom)
Niggas know the time with The Beatnuts funk
John Wayne got smoked when I popped the trunk, punk
I told you once and I won t tell you twice, I smoke the blunts
And we won t pay the price
For pussy or any fuckin mass , plus I m raw dogstyle
In your girls ass, ho, OOH! I think I just came
Stud s break didn t work, I guess it s all in your brain
Shit smells like demon spirit, herb that funk like this
Punk, you can t come near it, so fear it
Or you ll go out like the priest
Don t you know that I m the wicked nigga from the East,Coast
You don t stop, you keep on(X2)
Many MC s have disappeared, please wave your arm
(A third of the trio in the house)
You don t stop, you keep on(X2)
Many MC s have disappeared, please wave your arm
Fashion-
Ooh child, motherfuckas bound with the licks
Oh shit , I m hittin niggas sick with my tricks
So throw up styles that blow up whiles I go
On with the flow, better act like you know, hey
But I won t take no prisoners, got shit for his-n -hers
Fucks up you all, when the nuts have a ball
Cause we don t play, blast brains with the smoker
Get fucked up when we toke with the joker
And, never let me see you cryin heads start to fly
And it s time for their dyin
And I ma get real deep, fall into a sleep
Knock a freak in my sheets, man, fuck countin sheep
And come on, step on up and meet my Tek
Either fill you full of wholes, or ring your fuckin neck
Cause I ma let off and bust a shot in your eye
Make way motherfucks, it s the real superfly!
Yeah, yeah, yo,yo,yo, HO
Where the fuck is my liquor?
YOU, BITCH!
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