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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Gunz
Young Gunz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Ries
Chris Ries
Songwriter
Haneef Muhammad
Haneef Muhammad
Songwriter
Darrell Branch
Darrell Branch
Songwriter
Dwight Myers
Dwight Myers
Songwriter
Leo Nocentelli
Leo Nocentelli
Songwriter
Nathaniel Glover
Nathaniel Glover
Songwriter
Arthur Neville
Arthur Neville
Songwriter
Eddie Morris
Eddie Morris
Songwriter
George Porter, Jr.
George Porter, Jr.
Songwriter
Guy Williams
Guy Williams
Songwriter
Joseph Modeliste
Joseph Modeliste
Songwriter
Marlon Williams
Marlon Williams
Songwriter
Melvin Glover
Melvin Glover
Songwriter
ROBERT WIGGINS
ROBERT WIGGINS
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carlisle Young
Carlisle Young
Mixing Engineer
Darrell Branch
Darrell Branch
Producer

Lyrics

(Intro) Young Chris, Young Neef, and Chingy (Young Chris:) Ok. . .Young Gunnaz. . .Ok. (Young Chris:) That's right. (Young Chris:) Young Gunz featuring Chingy. (Chorus Young Chris, and Chingy in the brackets) Can't Stop, Won't Stop Chingy, and the Gunnaz. 'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down. The girls, the girls they love us (say what). (Look she right thurr). (Her man he right thurr). (Verse #1 Young Neef) Yup, It's only right that we make it a remix. Young Gunnaz, and Chingy just to give it a lil' twist. Next generation, you better stay focused. Youngaz before they time, man you already know this. Ball 'em, never call 'em, kick 'em out before their moment. It seem like once you done, they start drawlin'. You never have 'em, so you cuff 'em, when you grab him. I treat 'em all the same, even the bad ones. Gold magnum, rose gold chain, for show aim. Four four magnum, tell C and P when they done better blast 'em. I be laid back, smokin' bags, playin' Madden. You know we tap 'em, middle room, backroom, living room, bathroom, sit at home cap 'em. You got it, It's nothin' I had 'em, you can have 'em. C and Neef we the streets, Gunnaz be the last one. (Chorus Young Chris, and Chingy in the brackets) Can't Stop, Won't Stop Chingy, and the Gunnaz. 'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down. The girls, the girls they love us (say what). (Look she right thurr). (Her man he right thurr). Can't Stop, Won't Stop Chingy, and the Gunnaz. 'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down. The girls, the girls they love us (say what). (Look she right thurr). (Her man he right thurr). (Verse #2 Chingy) Man, I Can't Stop, Won't Stop. Girl, quit actin' like ya can't pop, won't drop. To the flo' I move crowds like I moved hop. Man, '94 on the block, hand full on my jock. You wanna' know, It's official when I step up in it. You wanna' party, lemme' get the YG's, and we a be thurr in a minute. Maybe chicken-head wit' it. I'm in the Authentic, get it boy Jersey G.I.B hat fitted. Runnin' tell the world, we did it (did what?) Got the boxed up Benz, Range, and got both 'em kitted Ching-aling, worldwide girl (worldwide girl). Playa', and I'm Pimpin' you never seen my thural side (uh). The girls, the girls they love me (love me). You know I stay fresh 'till death, like Doug E. (Doug E.) I step in the spot, these cats they mug me (mug me). Got drank, in row so meet me at the Club E. (Chorus) (Verse #3 Young Chris) Neefy and Chris we can game any chick One had to pay a dime, pay in no mind. It's quite obserd, just sayin' the right words. I like nice hurr, titties, and nice curves. Givin' neck dose, smokin' on a bag fa' sho'. Shaawty's catch everything, everytime I let go (okay). I get her poppin', and let 'em finish the rest yo. And when I'm lookin' for a girl, why I check fo'. Need me a chick, that'll see me squeeze the fifth. On the court, pleed the fifth, never leave me for a check. But, the Visa on the whip, so overseas get the bricks. Bringin' all 'dat cake, that's what I need for you to do. I'll be heated if you screw, bring it all back straight. Rock on me, we pop homey, drink it all back straight. Better warn me, ya bareta on me. Baby all 'dat hate, will lead to you losin' all that weight. Holla' at ya boy! (Chorus) (Chingy, and Young Neef in the brackets) Wow, wow, wow, wow, look at those hoes (they're they go). (Chingy, and Young Neef together) Wow, wow, wow, wow, look at all those hoes (they're they at). (Chorus) (Then fades out)
Writer(s): Eddie Morris, Guy Todd Williams, Nathaniel Glover, Joseph Modeliste, Marlon Lu'ree Williams, Robert Keith Wiggins, George Joseph Jr. Porter, Melvin Glover, Leo Paul Nocentelli, Dwight Myers, Howard Earl Bailey, Darrell Branch, Arthur L. Neville Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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