Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Stop, artist - AZ. Album song A.W.O.L., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.09.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quiet Money Direct
Song language: English
Can't Stop |
What’s the use of me of me foolin myself? |
No matter what I keep tellin myself… |
What’s the use of me of me foolin myself? |
No matter what I keep tellin myself… |
What’s the use of me of me foolin myself? |
No matter what I keep tellin myself… |
What’s the use of me of me foolin myself? |
No matter what I keep tellin myself… |
(I don’t believe this… I’m makin all these moves. for |
WHATT???) |
I do me for a G Note, niece, she’s yellin Nemo |
Mama bear, she there, losin hair cause of the chemo |
Every door buzz, little cause see at the peek hole |
Swearin he holdin heavy, hidin out from the RICO |
Coke sold by Chico out the corner bodega |
Him n Bobbito… la familia now finito! |
It’s deep tho, its like my soul was stole by the repo |
Resowed in Carlito, and retold on Tivo |
Ice cold wit a ego, dice rolled and somebody’s Deebo’d |
Trios expose dikes on the D' Low |
It’s love wit my amigos, other niggas they freeload |
Yeah he hold, but my homeys only unload torpedoes |
So please yo, I’m from the killa cap of the kilos |
Where niccaz clap, and fat bytches get yapped for |
Their cheetos, its re-al |
But still blocks is hot like veal |
So cock block, or cop shot, nothin stops the P. O |
What’s the use of me of me foolin myself? |
(lalalalalaaa |
Lalalalalalalaaaaa) |
No matter what I keep tellin myself… (Won't Stooooopp |
Can’t Stooooooop) |
What’s the use of me of me foolin myself? |
(lalalalalaaa |
Lalalalalalalaaaaa) |
No matter what I keep tellin myself… (Can't Stooooopp |
Won’t Stooooooop) |
What’s the use of me of me foolin myself? |
(lalalalalaaa |
Lalalalalalalaaaaa) |
No matter what I keep tellin myself… (Won't Stooooopp |
Can’t Stooooooop) |
What’s the use of me of me foolin myself? |
(lalalalalaaa |
Lalalalalalalaaaaa) |
No matter what I keep tellin myself… (Can't Stooooopp |
Won’t Stooooooop) |
Wifee want an abortion, her parents divorcin |
Granted, I understand it, but my mans in a coffin |
Who planned it? |
I guess they panicked, cause they left him in Boston |
He died… for a pie, identified by his porcelains |
It’s caution, Unc just got a chunk of some fortune |
Bossin, I guess the paper supportin extortin |
Tossin it to them dealers, takin it like Lakers did Portland |
Cases is costin, so faces won’t make it for talkin |
It’s basics, they mistake once they replace it for flossin |
It soften, never high when dividin my portion |
Why forever fly till I die, dry from exhaustion |
Move accordin, like they keys on a organ |
No sneezin or coughin, I weeze when I’m walkin, indeed |
We under siege from those D’s cause they stalkin |
Cars is auctioned, homes is seized |
OG’s extortin the seeds, now its the new breed absorbin |
The names is changed, the games the same |
It’s playin fair, but years of Nightmares, like Dana Dane |
It ain’t clear, but I’m right here still and sayin the same |
Refusin to shed a tear, tho the pain done came |
Provin I played the game, from cocain to fame |
From rope chains, gazelli frames, I remain to blame |
It’s deep, but never speak certain names in vein |
I know beef, and when it peak, it can strain the brain |
No police, its just creep creep, bang for bang |
No grief, brothers deceased, others arraigned and hang |
None of us just eatin, maintain the strains |
The streets is just the streets, when it rain it rain |