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