Can't Be Stopped (I Know) - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Can't Be Stopped (I Know) - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Disturbing tha Peace |
| Artist | I |
| Artist | 20 |
| Album | Golden Grain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Branch, Gold, Sandimanie | |
| knooooooowwwww, | |
| I know I can't be stooooopped! [Verse 1] | |
| Yea, uh, Deala, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh... | |
| The definition of trillness, outta the | |
| South Just that real shit, not anotha nigga runnin' his mouth | |
| Pay attention, | |
| I'll explain why | |
| I can't be stopped | |
| And how I came to be the man on every neighborhood block | |
| Bronson, a young fly nigga straight out the slums | |
| Candy paint on | |
| Monte Carlos in the decks where | |
| I'm from Remember when | |
| I was first back from pullin' the first grab | |
| Or when the crack came | |
| I was the nigga with the first slam | |
| Who wants the 'yours truly', y'all cannot school me | |
| Put so much coke on the streets, | |
| Pepsi tried to sue me | |
| Wearin' a throwback, | |
| I dropped faces and ? crack | |
| And if I can't rap, the trap is where | |
| I'll go back | |
| This just one dimension, of a nigga spittin | |
| You're now welcomed to the dawnin of a new beginnin | |
| I'm the quarterback of crack because it's logical | |
| Don't want that yay, | |
| I'll switch up the plate, call me the honorable | |
| Deala not yo average dick ridin' bitch nigga | |
| I'm more like a | |
| Benz 6 ridin' sick nigga | |
| You know you the ??? darkskinned, heavily tatted ??? spark ten, heavily gatted | |
| C'mon dawg, you can't **** with me, leave it alone | |
| I got killaz on standby, breathe and it's on | |
| If this truly is a game then | |
| I'm the legend who wrote it | |
| And be careful 'cause the bases ain't the only thing loaded | |
| I knooooooowwwww, | |
| I know I can't be stooooopped! (I can't be stopped, I can't be stopped!) [Verse 2] | |
| Chrome wheelz on the 600, nuthin' but wood | |
| I-Double, | |
| DTP, we ain't nuthin' but hood | |
| You still tryina get a deal, but yo time's runnin' out | |
| You diarrhea in yo ass, the shit's not comin' out | |
| Okay, you dropped a lil' album, still got no ends | |
| I made more in a month doin ' | |
| Cris ad libs | |
| Do a background check on me, see how | |
| I live Don't let that | |
| Mac ground spit homey, think of yo kids | |
| Down hea, we for real, not just wordz and a rap | |
| Deala bitch! | |
| The same love in the burbs or the trap | |
| I can bang witchu, slang witchu, ride when | |
| I need to | |
| Drop somethin', cop somethin', slide when | |
| I need to | |
| You don't know me and all the warz that | |
| I've fought | |
| In the club, **** the bottle, whole bar gets bought | |
| Bronson! I'ma made man, you do the knowledge | |
| All you is just middle school, see me in college | |
| Pussy rimz are not legal, **** a learnin' permit | |
| Me, I ride on grown men and the mirror's the tint | |
| Y'all niggaz not quiet | |
| Ludacris, nowhere near | |
| Shawnna A mill ??? | |
| Fate, and | |
| Tity some otha drama | |
| And Tit' needs to get the title let alone the respect | |
| On every block | |
| I been on, not only the deck | |
| It's the same shit, different day, | |
| I'm stuck in my ways | |
| DTP, we run the streets until | |
| I'm stuck in the grave | |
| I knooooooowwwww, | |
| I know I can't be stooooopped! [Repeat 4X] |
| zuo qu : Branch, Gold, Sandimanie | |
| knooooooowwwww, | |
| I know I can' t be stooooopped! Verse 1 | |
| Yea, uh, Deala, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh... | |
| The definition of trillness, outta the | |
| South Just that real shit, not anotha nigga runnin' his mouth | |
| Pay attention, | |
| I' ll explain why | |
| I can' t be stopped | |
| And how I came to be the man on every neighborhood block | |
| Bronson, a young fly nigga straight out the slums | |
| Candy paint on | |
| Monte Carlos in the decks where | |
| I' m from Remember when | |
| I was first back from pullin' the first grab | |
| Or when the crack came | |
| I was the nigga with the first slam | |
| Who wants the ' yours truly', y' all cannot school me | |
| Put so much coke on the streets, | |
| Pepsi tried to sue me | |
| Wearin' a throwback, | |
| I dropped faces and ? crack | |
| And if I can' t rap, the trap is where | |
| I' ll go back | |
| This just one dimension, of a nigga spittin | |
| You' re now welcomed to the dawnin of a new beginnin | |
| I' m the quarterback of crack because it' s logical | |
| Don' t want that yay, | |
| I' ll switch up the plate, call me the honorable | |
| Deala not yo average dick ridin' bitch nigga | |
| I' m more like a | |
| Benz 6 ridin' sick nigga | |
| You know you the ??? darkskinned, heavily tatted ??? spark ten, heavily gatted | |
| C' mon dawg, you can' t with me, leave it alone | |
| I got killaz on standby, breathe and it' s on | |
| If this truly is a game then | |
| I' m the legend who wrote it | |
| And be careful ' cause the bases ain' t the only thing loaded | |
| I knooooooowwwww, | |
| I know I can' t be stooooopped! I can' t be stopped, I can' t be stopped! Verse 2 | |
| Chrome wheelz on the 600, nuthin' but wood | |
| IDouble, | |
| DTP, we ain' t nuthin' but hood | |
| You still tryina get a deal, but yo time' s runnin' out | |
| You diarrhea in yo ass, the shit' s not comin' out | |
| Okay, you dropped a lil' album, still got no ends | |
| I made more in a month doin ' | |
| Cris ad libs | |
| Do a background check on me, see how | |
| I live Don' t let that | |
| Mac ground spit homey, think of yo kids | |
| Down hea, we for real, not just wordz and a rap | |
| Deala bitch! | |
| The same love in the burbs or the trap | |
| I can bang witchu, slang witchu, ride when | |
| I need to | |
| Drop somethin', cop somethin', slide when | |
| I need to | |
| You don' t know me and all the warz that | |
| I' ve fought | |
| In the club, the bottle, whole bar gets bought | |
| Bronson! I' ma made man, you do the knowledge | |
| All you is just middle school, see me in college | |
| Pussy rimz are not legal, a learnin' permit | |
| Me, I ride on grown men and the mirror' s the tint | |
| Y' all niggaz not quiet | |
| Ludacris, nowhere near | |
| Shawnna A mill ??? | |
| Fate, and | |
| Tity some otha drama | |
| And Tit' needs to get the title let alone the respect | |
| On every block | |
| I been on, not only the deck | |
| It' s the same shit, different day, | |
| I' m stuck in my ways | |
| DTP, we run the streets until | |
| I' m stuck in the grave | |
| I knooooooowwwww, | |
| I know I can' t be stooooopped! Repeat 4X |
| zuò qǔ : Branch, Gold, Sandimanie | |
| knooooooowwwww, | |
| I know I can' t be stooooopped! Verse 1 | |
| Yea, uh, Deala, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh... | |
| The definition of trillness, outta the | |
| South Just that real shit, not anotha nigga runnin' his mouth | |
| Pay attention, | |
| I' ll explain why | |
| I can' t be stopped | |
| And how I came to be the man on every neighborhood block | |
| Bronson, a young fly nigga straight out the slums | |
| Candy paint on | |
| Monte Carlos in the decks where | |
| I' m from Remember when | |
| I was first back from pullin' the first grab | |
| Or when the crack came | |
| I was the nigga with the first slam | |
| Who wants the ' yours truly', y' all cannot school me | |
| Put so much coke on the streets, | |
| Pepsi tried to sue me | |
| Wearin' a throwback, | |
| I dropped faces and ? crack | |
| And if I can' t rap, the trap is where | |
| I' ll go back | |
| This just one dimension, of a nigga spittin | |
| You' re now welcomed to the dawnin of a new beginnin | |
| I' m the quarterback of crack because it' s logical | |
| Don' t want that yay, | |
| I' ll switch up the plate, call me the honorable | |
| Deala not yo average dick ridin' bitch nigga | |
| I' m more like a | |
| Benz 6 ridin' sick nigga | |
| You know you the ??? darkskinned, heavily tatted ??? spark ten, heavily gatted | |
| C' mon dawg, you can' t with me, leave it alone | |
| I got killaz on standby, breathe and it' s on | |
| If this truly is a game then | |
| I' m the legend who wrote it | |
| And be careful ' cause the bases ain' t the only thing loaded | |
| I knooooooowwwww, | |
| I know I can' t be stooooopped! I can' t be stopped, I can' t be stopped! Verse 2 | |
| Chrome wheelz on the 600, nuthin' but wood | |
| IDouble, | |
| DTP, we ain' t nuthin' but hood | |
| You still tryina get a deal, but yo time' s runnin' out | |
| You diarrhea in yo ass, the shit' s not comin' out | |
| Okay, you dropped a lil' album, still got no ends | |
| I made more in a month doin ' | |
| Cris ad libs | |
| Do a background check on me, see how | |
| I live Don' t let that | |
| Mac ground spit homey, think of yo kids | |
| Down hea, we for real, not just wordz and a rap | |
| Deala bitch! | |
| The same love in the burbs or the trap | |
| I can bang witchu, slang witchu, ride when | |
| I need to | |
| Drop somethin', cop somethin', slide when | |
| I need to | |
| You don' t know me and all the warz that | |
| I' ve fought | |
| In the club, the bottle, whole bar gets bought | |
| Bronson! I' ma made man, you do the knowledge | |
| All you is just middle school, see me in college | |
| Pussy rimz are not legal, a learnin' permit | |
| Me, I ride on grown men and the mirror' s the tint | |
| Y' all niggaz not quiet | |
| Ludacris, nowhere near | |
| Shawnna A mill ??? | |
| Fate, and | |
| Tity some otha drama | |
| And Tit' needs to get the title let alone the respect | |
| On every block | |
| I been on, not only the deck | |
| It' s the same shit, different day, | |
| I' m stuck in my ways | |
| DTP, we run the streets until | |
| I' m stuck in the grave | |
| I knooooooowwwww, | |
| I know I can' t be stooooopped! Repeat 4X |
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