Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Stop, Won't Stop, artist - Madball. Album song Hold It Down, in the genre ХардкорDate of issue: 30.09.2004
Record label: Epitaph
Song language: English
Can't Stop, Won't Stop |
| Come on, yeah |
| Come on, yeah |
| Come on, yeah |
| Come on, yeah |
| Come on, yeah |
| Come on, yeah |
| Can’t stop, won’t stop |
| Everything drop like panties, hot like Miami |
| Move like little black kid stealing candy |
| Barely seen, honnies call me barely cream |
| Real generals never fail eighteen |
| Would you believe, I know what’s up your sleeve |
| If you said in your last time, (?) |
| And thought he saw the devil, Jay kissed his feet |
| You think not, as if |
| Sheek won’t bring it to you, give you asthmas |
| Is he rockin cashmiere? |
| Y’all know we don’t pass there |
| Matter fact, I scoped out there last year |
| Hit him on the head said there ain’t no cash there |
| Stay home, Styles about to hit Tony Rhomes |
| Puff out his own with this chick from Rome |
| (?), funny how I’m greedy, used to be needy |
| But now the Sean-Don keep the (?) |
| Too many people worried about what we got |
| Everything we drop will be hot |
| Puff Daddy and the Goodfellas don’t stop |
| Can’t stop, won’t stop |
| Too many people worried about what we got |
| Everything we drop will be hot |
| Puff Daddy and the Goodfellas don’t stop |
| Can’t stop, won’t stop |
| Hey, yo it’s crazy we here now every chick want my baby |
| My career clear while your shit look hazy |
| Bang with us? |
| I don’t think so, we platinum plus |
| With no airplay so ain’t shit for us to discuss |
| But when we hit, you can’t understand how we did it |
| At home praticin tryin to learn how we spit it |
| Fourty-eight hours of old tea like Nick Nolte |
| Young but O-G's at this rap shit nigga please |
| One hit for all of us to start eatin |
| And wild stack on three weeks on bowell leather beats |
| Our parents are sharp like cactuses |
| And you can tell by chips, we sleep on matresses |
| Dimes flooded out in the hidous |
| Shit you see in magazines, cut out we freak them hoes |
| Drop them clothes, double expose you in the lens |
| Now relax as we videotape you in the bed |
| Too many people worried about what we got |
| Everything we drop will be hot |
| Puff Daddy and the Goodfellas don’t stop |
| Can’t stop, won’t stop |
| Too many people worried about what we got |
| Everything we drop will be hot |
| Puff Daddy and the Goodfellas don’t stop |
| Can’t stop, won’t stop |
| If we talk about dollars, only thing I turn down is my collar |
| Pull out turn them around, if he reach make him holler |
| Who runnin the town? |
| The Goodfellas |
| Puff is the godfather, dog, so why bother? |
| With the third-person, you might catch me surfin |
| Money I be jerkin, my newborn be burpin |
| Can’t stop, won’t stop, I want respect |
| And I only bum heads with checks |
| In the suite with this honey from Bangladesh |
| Pop a snapple, I (?) lay on my chest |
| All I had to do was get it there, she doin the rest |
| Take a L to the head, then we listen to flex |
| Yes, the black hood, and I mack good |
| With hydro and chocolate mixed in backwood |
| Ask yourself, do you rap good or act good? |
| Baby we ain’t gon' stop, but you should |
| Too many people worried about what we got |
| Everything we drop will be hot |
| Puff Daddy and the Goodfellas don’t stop |
| Can’t stop, won’t stop |
| Too many people worried about what we got |
| Everything we drop will be hot |
| Puff Daddy and the Goodfellas don’t stop |
| Can’t stop, won’t stop |