You Dont Stop lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics 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! song lyrics