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Ya Don't Stop

914

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

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM97

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Lyrics

"You don't stop, ya keep on!"

"You don't stop, ya keep on!"

"You don't stop, ya keep on!"

Hey, 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 the 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, ya keep on!"

"You don't stop, ya keep on!"

"Any MC that disagree with me, wave your arm"

"You don't stop, ya keep on!"

"You don't stop, ya keep on!"

"Any MC that disagree with me, wave your arm"

I come equipped with shit that's fucking wicked – damn!

**** can't fuck with the program

I take a stand and look down the cliff

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 ya once and I won't tell ya twice

I smoke the blunts and we won't pay the price

For pussy or any fucking mass

Plus I'm raw dog style in your girl's ass

(Ho...) (Ooh!) I think I just came

STUD Spray 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–

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

"You don't stop, you keep on!"

"Any MC that disagree with me, wave your arm"

"You don't stop, you keep on!"

"You don't stop, you keep on!"

Ooh, child! This motherfucker's down with the licks

Oh, shit! I'm hitting **** sick with my tricks

So throw up, styles'll 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 (Word)

'Cause we don't play, blast brains with the smoker

Get fucked up when we toke with the joker

And, never let me see ya 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 (C-c-come on!) step on up and meet my TEC

Either fill you full of holes, 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 where yo' money at??

Where my loot at?

Fuck you, ****! Yo, you fuckin' tried to jump me last week!

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

Fuck that bullshit!

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

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