Still Can't Stop the Reign Lyrics
| Song | Still Can't Stop the Reign |
| Artist | Shaquille O'Neal |
| Album | You Can't Stop the Reign |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Eugene, Jones, McIntosh ... | |
| You can't stop it, block it, when I drop it, | |
| Anytime I go rhyme for rhyme on a topic, | |
| You ain't even fit to step in Shaq's arena, | |
| I look into your mind and I see your shook demeanor, | |
| In your eyes, why are you suprised, | |
| No matter how you try, I'm fly as eliquie, | |
| The new edition, is this the end of your last night, | |
| In the day time you couldn't see me with a flashlight, | |
| I crash flights on sights of my enemies, | |
| I'm comin through, and then I bomb your whole vicinity, | |
| Why they actin fakin jacks, you're not a friend of me, | |
| I peeped your card, you're not as hard as you pretend to be, | |
| Who wanna spark it, with the chocolate macademian, | |
| Hand clean to the cranium, | |
| You know the name, Shaq aim to maintain, | |
| Money on the brain, can't stop the reign | |
| [Chours:] | |
| You can't stop the reign, | |
| When it starts to fall, | |
| There's no one else to blame, | |
| You can't unlock that door, | |
| [Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.] | |
| It's knee-deep with killers, about million-dollar figures, | |
| Blessin' - that act legends, and vigers, | |
| Cream lizards, cream coochies, I do my duty | |
| As long as they fly as me, and high as me, | |
| Success of my circle, try to break it, I'll hurt you, | |
| Ain't no gettin out that, I doubt that, | |
| We want the exotic, erotic ladies, | |
| Not them toxic ladies, that burn I lot, | |
| I learned alot, from chunkies to ruffians, | |
| From being tied up by Columbians, cause 80 grams was missin, | |
| Listen, had to change my position, | |
| From wanting to be large to head - in charge, | |
| My garage, call it Selo, 4-5's and 6's, honeys by the mixes, | |
| If it ain't broke don't fix it, | |
| Smoke out with Leo, Biggie Tarantino, | |
| Size like a sumo, franc wad numero uno, | |
| [Chours] | |
| [Verse Three] | |
| [Shaquille O'Neal] | |
| 7-0, towerin inferno, | |
| Invincible smooth individual, | |
| Who wanna test it, forgein or domestic, | |
| No matter where you're from, I'm not the one you wanna mess wit', | |
| Original with this style, livin lavish, | |
| Private jets to let my shorty shop in Paris, | |
| I'm not the average, I'm far from the norm, | |
| It's Daddy Long, keepin' it warm, hitting them strong, | |
| [Notorious B.I.G.:] | |
| A lime to a lemon, my D.C. women, | |
| Bringin in to G-minumums to condos with elevators in them, | |
| Vehicles with telivision's in them, | |
| Watch they entoruage turn your's to just mirages, | |
| Disaperin acts, strictly nines and macs, | |
| Killers be sureal, Copperfeild material, | |
| My dreams is vivid, work hard to live it, | |
| Any place I visit I got land there, | |
| How can players stand there and say I sound like them, | |
| Hello, | |
| Push wigs and back and push six coup's that's yellow, | |
| Bust clips to expand some hand to elbow, | |
| Spray up your days in, any teller you win, | |
| Crack ?? to ?? is how I may be drivin, | |
| ??? of street sweepers beside the beamer wagon, | |
| I rely on Bigs status, surely down if I die, | |
| Put that on my diamond bezil, | |
| You're messin with the Devil, | |
| Why, | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo ci : Eugene, Jones, McIntosh ... | |
| You can' t stop it, block it, when I drop it, | |
| Anytime I go rhyme for rhyme on a topic, | |
| You ain' t even fit to step in Shaq' s arena, | |
| I look into your mind and I see your shook demeanor, | |
| In your eyes, why are you suprised, | |
| No matter how you try, I' m fly as eliquie, | |
| The new edition, is this the end of your last night, | |
| In the day time you couldn' t see me with a flashlight, | |
| I crash flights on sights of my enemies, | |
| I' m comin through, and then I bomb your whole vicinity, | |
| Why they actin fakin jacks, you' re not a friend of me, | |
| I peeped your card, you' re not as hard as you pretend to be, | |
| Who wanna spark it, with the chocolate macademian, | |
| Hand clean to the cranium, | |
| You know the name, Shaq aim to maintain, | |
| Money on the brain, can' t stop the reign | |
| Chours: | |
| You can' t stop the reign, | |
| When it starts to fall, | |
| There' s no one else to blame, | |
| You can' t unlock that door, | |
| Verse Two: Notorious B. I. G. | |
| It' s kneedeep with killers, about milliondollar figures, | |
| Blessin' that act legends, and vigers, | |
| Cream lizards, cream coochies, I do my duty | |
| As long as they fly as me, and high as me, | |
| Success of my circle, try to break it, I' ll hurt you, | |
| Ain' t no gettin out that, I doubt that, | |
| We want the exotic, erotic ladies, | |
| Not them toxic ladies, that burn I lot, | |
| I learned alot, from chunkies to ruffians, | |
| From being tied up by Columbians, cause 80 grams was missin, | |
| Listen, had to change my position, | |
| From wanting to be large to head in charge, | |
| My garage, call it Selo, 45' s and 6' s, honeys by the mixes, | |
| If it ain' t broke don' t fix it, | |
| Smoke out with Leo, Biggie Tarantino, | |
| Size like a sumo, franc wad numero uno, | |
| Chours | |
| Verse Three | |
| Shaquille O' Neal | |
| 70, towerin inferno, | |
| Invincible smooth individual, | |
| Who wanna test it, forgein or domestic, | |
| No matter where you' re from, I' m not the one you wanna mess wit', | |
| Original with this style, livin lavish, | |
| Private jets to let my shorty shop in Paris, | |
| I' m not the average, I' m far from the norm, | |
| It' s Daddy Long, keepin' it warm, hitting them strong, | |
| Notorious B. I. G.: | |
| A lime to a lemon, my D. C. women, | |
| Bringin in to Gminumums to condos with elevators in them, | |
| Vehicles with telivision' s in them, | |
| Watch they entoruage turn your' s to just mirages, | |
| Disaperin acts, strictly nines and macs, | |
| Killers be sureal, Copperfeild material, | |
| My dreams is vivid, work hard to live it, | |
| Any place I visit I got land there, | |
| How can players stand there and say I sound like them, | |
| Hello, | |
| Push wigs and back and push six coup' s that' s yellow, | |
| Bust clips to expand some hand to elbow, | |
| Spray up your days in, any teller you win, | |
| Crack nbsp?? to nbsp?? is how I may be drivin, | |
| ??? of street sweepers beside the beamer wagon, | |
| I rely on Bigs status, surely down if I die, | |
| Put that on my diamond bezil, | |
| You' re messin with the Devil, | |
| Why, | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Eugene, Jones, McIntosh ... | |
| You can' t stop it, block it, when I drop it, | |
| Anytime I go rhyme for rhyme on a topic, | |
| You ain' t even fit to step in Shaq' s arena, | |
| I look into your mind and I see your shook demeanor, | |
| In your eyes, why are you suprised, | |
| No matter how you try, I' m fly as eliquie, | |
| The new edition, is this the end of your last night, | |
| In the day time you couldn' t see me with a flashlight, | |
| I crash flights on sights of my enemies, | |
| I' m comin through, and then I bomb your whole vicinity, | |
| Why they actin fakin jacks, you' re not a friend of me, | |
| I peeped your card, you' re not as hard as you pretend to be, | |
| Who wanna spark it, with the chocolate macademian, | |
| Hand clean to the cranium, | |
| You know the name, Shaq aim to maintain, | |
| Money on the brain, can' t stop the reign | |
| Chours: | |
| You can' t stop the reign, | |
| When it starts to fall, | |
| There' s no one else to blame, | |
| You can' t unlock that door, | |
| Verse Two: Notorious B. I. G. | |
| It' s kneedeep with killers, about milliondollar figures, | |
| Blessin' that act legends, and vigers, | |
| Cream lizards, cream coochies, I do my duty | |
| As long as they fly as me, and high as me, | |
| Success of my circle, try to break it, I' ll hurt you, | |
| Ain' t no gettin out that, I doubt that, | |
| We want the exotic, erotic ladies, | |
| Not them toxic ladies, that burn I lot, | |
| I learned alot, from chunkies to ruffians, | |
| From being tied up by Columbians, cause 80 grams was missin, | |
| Listen, had to change my position, | |
| From wanting to be large to head in charge, | |
| My garage, call it Selo, 45' s and 6' s, honeys by the mixes, | |
| If it ain' t broke don' t fix it, | |
| Smoke out with Leo, Biggie Tarantino, | |
| Size like a sumo, franc wad numero uno, | |
| Chours | |
| Verse Three | |
| Shaquille O' Neal | |
| 70, towerin inferno, | |
| Invincible smooth individual, | |
| Who wanna test it, forgein or domestic, | |
| No matter where you' re from, I' m not the one you wanna mess wit', | |
| Original with this style, livin lavish, | |
| Private jets to let my shorty shop in Paris, | |
| I' m not the average, I' m far from the norm, | |
| It' s Daddy Long, keepin' it warm, hitting them strong, | |
| Notorious B. I. G.: | |
| A lime to a lemon, my D. C. women, | |
| Bringin in to Gminumums to condos with elevators in them, | |
| Vehicles with telivision' s in them, | |
| Watch they entoruage turn your' s to just mirages, | |
| Disaperin acts, strictly nines and macs, | |
| Killers be sureal, Copperfeild material, | |
| My dreams is vivid, work hard to live it, | |
| Any place I visit I got land there, | |
| How can players stand there and say I sound like them, | |
| Hello, | |
| Push wigs and back and push six coup' s that' s yellow, | |
| Bust clips to expand some hand to elbow, | |
| Spray up your days in, any teller you win, | |
| Crack nbsp?? to nbsp?? is how I may be drivin, | |
| ??? of street sweepers beside the beamer wagon, | |
| I rely on Bigs status, surely down if I die, | |
| Put that on my diamond bezil, | |
| You' re messin with the Devil, | |
| Why, | |
| Chorus |
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