Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Stop , by - Tha Dogg Pound. Release date: 18.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don't Stop |
| Yeah. |
| 'Pac, Dat Nigga Daz (yeah) Kurupt |
| All up in this bitch |
| Don’t stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*) |
| Don’t stop. |
| Don’t stop. |
| Keep it goin, got my nigga Slip Capone |
| Hahahaha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is out there |
| Niggaz get around these backwoods |
| Get around they mommas, pull up they pants |
| hide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha! |
| Who mashes with the crazy, illest niggaz in town? |
| (I do) |
| Killin willingly, who got the right to make a sound? |
| My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives |
| It’s about time the mashin is arrived |
| I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I’m packin steel |
| Steadily givin these niggaz no passes on livin (no passes) |
| I spend major loot on khaki suits |
| Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots |
| I box niggaz twice my size, I bust wit a fo'-five |
| Lick you up in yo’eye, blast, make the party live |
| I live the unusual, crucial life |
| So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew |
| as just a man and his music, I ain’t afraid to use it Bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it’s useless |
| to step to this, we in effect, we dangerous |
| Contendin mental murderers and ain’t afraid to diss |
| Biatch! |
| (yeah) |
| Now I been called crazy, to fade me it’s not possible (haha) |
| I give a fuck, what you thought, or who you brought witchu? |
| (Bad Boy killer) A Bad Boy killer, Biggie annihilator |
| They wonderin why he breathin, but bitches is dyin later (ahh) |
| Better laugh now, then cry when I come to get you |
| I hit you with two glocks, and leave you with scar tissue |
| On some loco shit (loco), my pistol smoke yo’shit (smoke) |
| Let’s go for dolo BIATCH, and watch me flow yo’shit |
| Mr., Makaveli movin pieces like telekenesis |
| It’s like a chess game, let’s play wit real pieces (hell yeah) |
| Shots rang and niggaz brains were spilt |
| Another Bad Boy affiliated (Bad Boy killer) nigga was kilt |
| I hit the funeral and busted his folks |
| and leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke |
| Don’t stop, keep goin |
| Don’t stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*) |
| Well it’s that seventeen shot glock cocker, the block rocker (fool) |
| Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chopper |
| Finally televised — Kurupt, Daz reside (resides) |
| Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knifes |
| Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows |
| Deadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone |
| (That's that nigga) I packs heat when it’s cold |
| Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo’and behold |
| Why you waitin for the poetical Satan? |
| Creatin slaughters, runnin through camps like Walter Payton |
| I snatch ya breath (aah!) and bust 'til there’s no one left |
| Who goes against the program, I’m the Man like Meth |
| (I'm the man nigga) I don’t trust ya (I don’t) |
| The second I get a chance I’ma bust ya No matter where, you could be in Russia I’ma touch ya |
| (Like that) Vocal assassin, motivated by cash |
| Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags |
| Don’t stop, keep goin (*repeat 7X*) |
| Don’t stop, don’t stop |
| Let the speakers bump — BIATCH! |
| (let the speakers bump) |
| For everybody out there that got the humps in they Jeep |
| Big Suburbans, they Lexuses, they Beemers |
| We gon’break it down a lil’somethin like this |
| for you to get yo’sub on throughout yo’neighborhood |
| Turn it up, check it out |
| They claim to be down, they say they down (man fuck you man) |
| Number one. |