Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can't Be Stopped (I Know) , by - I-20. Release date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Can't Be Stopped (I Know) |
| Yea, uh, Deala, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh… |
| The definition of trillness, outta the South |
| Just that real shit, not anotha nigga runnin' his mouth |
| Pay attention, I’ll explain why I can’t be stopped |
| And how I came to be the man on every neighborhood block |
| Bronson, a young fly nigga straight out the slums |
| Candy paint on Monte Carlos in the decks where I’m from |
| Remember when I was first back from pullin' the first grab |
| Or when the crack came I was the nigga with the first slam |
| Who wants the 'yours truly', y’all cannot school me |
| Put so much coke on the streets, Pepsi tried to sue me |
| Wearin' a throwback, I dropped faces and? |
| crack |
| And if I can’t rap, the trap is where I’ll go back |
| This just one dimension, of a nigga spittin |
| You’re now welcomed to the dawnin of a new beginnin |
| I’m the quarterback of crack because it’s logical |
| Don’t want that yay, I’ll switch up the plate, call me the honorable |
| Deala not yo average dick ridin' bitch nigga |
| I’m more like a Benz 6 ridin' sick nigga |
| You know you the ??? |
| darkskinned, heavily tatted |
| ??? |
| spark ten, heavily gatted |
| C’mon dawg, you can’t fuck with me, leave it alone |
| I got killaz on standby, breathe and it’s on |
| If this truly is a game then I’m the legend who wrote it |
| And be careful cuz the bases ain’t the only thing loaded |
| I knooooooowwwww, I know I can’t be stooooopped! |
| (I can’t be stopped, I can’t be stopped!) |
| Chrome wheelz on the 600, nuthin' but wood |
| I-Double, DTP, we ain’t nuthin' but hood |
| You still tryina get a deal, but yo time’s runnin' out |
| You diarrhea in yo ass, the shit’s not comin' out |
| Okay, you dropped a lil' album, still got no ends |
| I made more in a month doin 'Cris ad libs |
| Do a background check on me, see how I live |
| Don’t let that Mac ground spit homey, think of yo kids |
| Down hea, we for real, not just wordz and a rap |
| Deala bitch! |
| The same love in the burbs or the trap |
| I can bang witchu, slang witchu, ride when I need to |
| Drop somethin', cop somethin', slide when I need to |
| You don’t know me and all the warz that I’ve fought |
| In the club, fuck the bottle, whole bar gets bought |
| Bronson! |
| I’mma made man, you do the knowledge |
| All you is just middle school, see me in college |
| Pussy rimz are not legal, fuck a learnin' permit |
| Me, I ride on grown men and the mirror’s the tint |
| Y’all niggas not quiet Ludacris, nowhere near Shawnna |
| A mill ??? |
| Fate, and Tity some otha drama |
| And Tit' needs to get the title let alone the respect |
| On every block I been on, not only the deck |
| It’s the same shit, different day, I’m stuck in my ways |
| DTP, we run the streets until I’m stuck in the grave |
| I knooooooowwwww, I know I can’t be stooooopped! |
| I knooooooowwwww, I know I can’t be stooooopped! |
| I knooooooowwwww, I know I can’t be stooooopped! |
| I knooooooowwwww, I know I can’t be stooooopped! |