Ya Don't Stop Lyrics
| Song | Ya Don't Stop |
| Artist | The Beatnuts |
| Album | The Beatnuts |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Fernandez, Heath, Smalls ... | |
| 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? | |
| <WHO THE FUCK YOU CALLIN' A HO?> | |
| YOU, BITCH! |
| zuo ci : Fernandez, Heath, Smalls ... | |
| 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 hisn' 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? | |
| WHO THE FUCK YOU CALLIN' A HO? | |
| YOU, BITCH! |
| zuò cí : Fernandez, Heath, Smalls ... | |
| 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 hisn' 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? | |
| WHO THE FUCK YOU CALLIN' A HO? | |
| YOU, BITCH! |
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