| Can’t stop, won’t stop
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| Can’t stop, won’t stop
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| Can’t stop, won’t stop
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| C-K till my motherfuckin' casket drops
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| (LIL' HAWK)
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| Blood in, blood out
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| Steppin' up in my fresh red Chucks
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| All Crabs run up and all Crabs get rushed
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| Damn now I gots to watch my back again
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| Hooked up with the homies Mr. Mack and the 10
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| Cause if it’s on then it’s on let the funk begin
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| I’m goin' out like a soldier C and the M
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| 45 on my lap 4 extra clips and
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| Lil' boy flue you don’t wanna set trip
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| It ain’t no stoppin' this shit
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| But you wouldn’t have known
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| That them Crenshaw Mafia niggas keeps it rollin'
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| Cause if it’s gon' pop then let it pop
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| Cause nigga with me is like I can’t stop and I won’t stop
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| Can’t stop, won’t stop
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| Can’t stop, won’t stop
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| Can’t stop, won’t stop
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| C-K till my motherfuckin' casket drops
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| (LANIAK)
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| Tanqueray is the drink that gots me fucked up
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| So the first thang that I would like to say is West Up!
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| To my motherfuckin' Damu down Figueroa, the Mafioso
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| My East Side nigga Mango be up your homie but fuck a hoe though
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| My intro so way you need to? |
| nickel? |
| gangsterism
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| I’m fadin' niggas, fadin' their evil back is gettin with 'em, plus I’m
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| Hittin' on a motherfuckin' ??
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| Until I dizzie bitch
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| I’ll be high off chronic
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| I got these shouts out to my nigga Hawk duece
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| From Lil' Laniak duece
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| Because my nigga gets loose
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| To y’all niggas that’s strapped I respect that
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| But still watch your back cause Laniak is bustin' Tecs back
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| It don’t stop
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| Can’t stop, won’t stop
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| Can’t stop, won’t stop
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| Can’t stop, won’t stop
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| C-K till my motherfuckin' casket drops
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| (GREEN EYES)
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| Now as I’m takin' the motherfuckin' phoney to the brains
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| My niggas claim that I’m insane on Crabs I’m goin' nuts main
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| Pumpin' lead in they ass like everyday
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| And make your fuckin' mama holler out C-K
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| Green Eyes — the 104 Blood gangsta
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| Promotin' Bloods and for Crabs I has no love
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| Shouts to the W’s, SWANS, LANES and A.P.B.'s
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| FIVE LINE BOUNTY HUNTERS, B.P.S. |
| and the I.N.G.'s
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| ?? |
| I can’t forget about the CRENSHAW MAFIOSOS
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| And all my motherfucking homies claimin' WEIRDO
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| Can’t stop, won’t stop
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| Can’t stop, won’t stop
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| (BATMAN)
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| Oh shit
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| .9 millermetre Crabs get served
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| I got the Blood, the G, the Cherry Koolay
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| And the Thunderbird
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| My motherfuckin' homies who be hangin' the Deuce
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| ??? |
| Freeze and niggas like me
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| We get loose
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| I put in work I drop a Crab nigga with my Glock
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| And when 'em hollow points spits I make his heart stop
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| We Bloods is anybody killer when I’m watching my back
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| Rebuilt the shadow of death
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| Is killing all blacks
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| ?? |
| the power is them eyes
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| Keep them motherfuckers peeled
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| And don’t be a victim you get that ass killed
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| Crabs don’t get caught slippin'
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| Don’t stop won’t stop
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| Eastside Swans, head to tip to top, Blood
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| Can’t stop, won’t stop
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| Can’t stop, won’t stop
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| Can’t stop, won’t stop
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| C-K till my motherfuckin' casket drops
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| (YANK)
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| Click-click-bang was the sound of Glock 40, main
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| Five Lines four deep looking for some Rips to fade
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| Stabbin' down Imperial but ain’t nothing poppin'
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| Buffle up on Brenshaw now we headed towards Bompton
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| At the 120th he had got stopped by the redlight
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| I grab the glizock I got the ?? |
| and I grip that motherfucker tight
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| And I just might circle back around I finished
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| Pour one in your chest and watch your breath the man is quick
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| Fuck it, I’m messed up
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| And the Hunters is the blame, automatic is the weapon Gangsta Yank
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| Is my name
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| The Hunters can’t stop and they won’t stop
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| Can’t stop, won’t stop
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| Can’t stop, won’t stop
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| Can’t stop, won’t stop
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| C-K till my motherfuckin' casket drops
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| (POPS & DOG)
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| It’s the P-O-P-S finna roll ya
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| C-K all day young motherfuckin' soldier
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| It’s the Y-G Gangsta creep that bank ya, fuck Crabs
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| I break you down without a sound now I’m rollin your zig-zags
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| Uh, the shit that they claim makes me laugh
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| I tricky Rickets' life, we roll 'em up then I smoke their ass
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| Bloooooooood, I’m comin with that flow of the gangsta shit
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| I fuck this Crab bitch because she loved Bloods' dicks
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| I guess this static just gots to be your downfall
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| C-K when I’m sprayin' and I’m layin' down all y’all
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| I move creep real swift from the shoulders
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| If you press the issue then I gotta dismiss you
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| I’m the G Poppa D and I can’t stop
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| I’m the Y-G D-O-G and I won’t stop, fuck the Crabs
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| Can’t stop, won’t stop
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| Can’t stop, won’t stop
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| Can’t stop, won’t stop
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| C-K till my motherfuckin' casket drops. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can't Stop, Won't Stop , by - Bloods & Crips. Song from the album Bangin' on Wax 2…the Saga Continues, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп