Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Stop, Won't Stop, artist - Bloods & Crips. Album song Bangin' on Wax 2…the Saga Continues, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.02.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dangerous
Song language: English
Can't Stop, Won't Stop |
Can’t stop, won’t stop |
Can’t stop, won’t stop |
Can’t stop, won’t stop |
C-K till my motherfuckin' casket drops |
(LIL' HAWK) |
Blood in, blood out |
Steppin' up in my fresh red Chucks |
All Crabs run up and all Crabs get rushed |
Damn now I gots to watch my back again |
Hooked up with the homies Mr. Mack and the 10 |
Cause if it’s on then it’s on let the funk begin |
I’m goin' out like a soldier C and the M |
45 on my lap 4 extra clips and |
Lil' boy flue you don’t wanna set trip |
It ain’t no stoppin' this shit |
But you wouldn’t have known |
That them Crenshaw Mafia niggas keeps it rollin' |
Cause if it’s gon' pop then let it pop |
Cause nigga with me is like I can’t stop and I won’t stop |
Can’t stop, won’t stop |
Can’t stop, won’t stop |
Can’t stop, won’t stop |
C-K till my motherfuckin' casket drops |
(LANIAK) |
Tanqueray is the drink that gots me fucked up |
So the first thang that I would like to say is West Up! |
To my motherfuckin' Damu down Figueroa, the Mafioso |
My East Side nigga Mango be up your homie but fuck a hoe though |
My intro so way you need to? |
nickel? |
gangsterism |
I’m fadin' niggas, fadin' their evil back is gettin with 'em, plus I’m |
Hittin' on a motherfuckin' ?? |
Until I dizzie bitch |
I’ll be high off chronic |
I got these shouts out to my nigga Hawk duece |
From Lil' Laniak duece |
Because my nigga gets loose |
To y’all niggas that’s strapped I respect that |
But still watch your back cause Laniak is bustin' Tecs back |
It don’t stop |
Can’t stop, won’t stop |
Can’t stop, won’t stop |
Can’t stop, won’t stop |
C-K till my motherfuckin' casket drops |
(GREEN EYES) |
Now as I’m takin' the motherfuckin' phoney to the brains |
My niggas claim that I’m insane on Crabs I’m goin' nuts main |
Pumpin' lead in they ass like everyday |
And make your fuckin' mama holler out C-K |
Green Eyes — the 104 Blood gangsta |
Promotin' Bloods and for Crabs I has no love |
Shouts to the W’s, SWANS, LANES and A.P.B.'s |
FIVE LINE BOUNTY HUNTERS, B.P.S. |
and the I.N.G.'s |
?? |
I can’t forget about the CRENSHAW MAFIOSOS |
And all my motherfucking homies claimin' WEIRDO |
Can’t stop, won’t stop |
Can’t stop, won’t stop |
(BATMAN) |
Oh shit |
.9 millermetre Crabs get served |
I got the Blood, the G, the Cherry Koolay |
And the Thunderbird |
My motherfuckin' homies who be hangin' the Deuce |
??? |
Freeze and niggas like me |
We get loose |
I put in work I drop a Crab nigga with my Glock |
And when 'em hollow points spits I make his heart stop |
We Bloods is anybody killer when I’m watching my back |
Rebuilt the shadow of death |
Is killing all blacks |
?? |
the power is them eyes |
Keep them motherfuckers peeled |
And don’t be a victim you get that ass killed |
Crabs don’t get caught slippin' |
Don’t stop won’t stop |
Eastside Swans, head to tip to top, Blood |
Can’t stop, won’t stop |
Can’t stop, won’t stop |
Can’t stop, won’t stop |
C-K till my motherfuckin' casket drops |
(YANK) |
Click-click-bang was the sound of Glock 40, main |
Five Lines four deep looking for some Rips to fade |
Stabbin' down Imperial but ain’t nothing poppin' |
Buffle up on Brenshaw now we headed towards Bompton |
At the 120th he had got stopped by the redlight |
I grab the glizock I got the ?? |
and I grip that motherfucker tight |
And I just might circle back around I finished |
Pour one in your chest and watch your breath the man is quick |
Fuck it, I’m messed up |
And the Hunters is the blame, automatic is the weapon Gangsta Yank |
Is my name |
The Hunters can’t stop and they won’t stop |
Can’t stop, won’t stop |
Can’t stop, won’t stop |
Can’t stop, won’t stop |
C-K till my motherfuckin' casket drops |
(POPS & DOG) |
It’s the P-O-P-S finna roll ya |
C-K all day young motherfuckin' soldier |
It’s the Y-G Gangsta creep that bank ya, fuck Crabs |
I break you down without a sound now I’m rollin your zig-zags |
Uh, the shit that they claim makes me laugh |
I tricky Rickets' life, we roll 'em up then I smoke their ass |
Bloooooooood, I’m comin with that flow of the gangsta shit |
I fuck this Crab bitch because she loved Bloods' dicks |
I guess this static just gots to be your downfall |
C-K when I’m sprayin' and I’m layin' down all y’all |
I move creep real swift from the shoulders |
If you press the issue then I gotta dismiss you |
I’m the G Poppa D and I can’t stop |
I’m the Y-G D-O-G and I won’t stop, fuck the Crabs |
Can’t stop, won’t stop |
Can’t stop, won’t stop |
Can’t stop, won’t stop |
C-K till my motherfuckin' casket drops. |