Ya Don't Stop - The Beatnuts: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Ya Don't Stop

864

Hip-Hop/Rap

Ya Don't Stop was released on June 21, 1994 by Columbia/Legacy as a part of the album Street Level

Song Details

AlbumStreet Level

Release DateJune 21, 1994

LabelColumbia/Legacy

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM97

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

The Beatnuts

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Lester Fernandez

Lester Fernandez

Composer

Michelle Willems

Michelle Willems

Composer

Jerry Tineo

Composer

J. Heath

Composer

Bertony Smalls

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

The Beatnuts

Producer

Chris Lighty

Executive Producer

Rich Keller

Recording Engineer

Troy Hightower

Mixing Engineer

Chris Curran

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

You don't stop, you keep on!

You don't stop, you keep on!

You don't stop, you keep on!

It's the Junkyard ****, kid, you know what I'm about (What?)

Puffing on a fat one, guzzling a Guinness Stout (Ha)

Boning bitches on a regular (Word up)

My game is lethal, that's my word, I'm telling ya

Living foul like a motherfucker (Hahaha)

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 fucking mess

**** know my style, they be playing

If I have to catch a body, I will, know what I'm saying?

**** from Corona don't be having it

You put your face in my grill, I'll be stabbing it

You fuck around and catch a bad one

I'll kill you like a six-pack and put you in a bag, son

And I still ain't fronting

Fully loaded Tec, chump, ready to go hunting

You don't stop, you keep on!

You don't stop, you keep on!

You don't stop, you keep on!

You don't stop, you keep on!

I come equipped with shit that's fucking wicked

Damn, **** can't fuck with the program

I take a stand and look down the clip

Take a swig and spark up the spliff (Boom!)

**** 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 fucking mass

But the raw dog style in your girl's 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

Learn from Exorcist, punk, you can't come near it

So fear it or you'll go out like the priest

Don't you know, man, I'm the wicked **** from the East Coast

You don't stop, you keep on! (Coast)

You don't stop, you keep on!

You don't stop, you keep on!

You don't stop, you keep on!

Ooh child, motherfuckers down with the licks

Oh shit, I'm hitting **** 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 crying

Heads start to flying, it's time for the dying

And I'ma get real deep, fall into a sleep

Knock a freak in my sheets, man, fuck counting sheep

And, come on, step on up and meet my Tec

Either fill you full of wholes or wring your fucking neck

'Cause I'ma let off and blast a shot in your eye

Make way motherfucks, it's the real superfly

Yeah

Yeah, yo-yo-yo, ho

Where the fuck is my loot at?

Who the fuck you calling a ho?

You, biatch

What the fuck you mean "You got money yet"?

Where my loot at?

He will fuck you **** up

You fuckin' tried to jump me last week, fuck that bullshit

Na-na-na-na, look, look, look, look, look, look, look

Written by: Bertony Smalls, J. Heath, Jerry Tineo, Lester Fernandez, Michelle Willems

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