Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop (Letra)

Young Gunz

Hip Hop / Rap

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Sick sicker, remix
Okay, Young Gunnaz, okay
Seein’ me, check
Big Face, that’s right
Big Leo, right
Big bird, yeah holla

Can’t stop, won’t stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
‘Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)

Yup, It’s only right that we make it a remix
Young Gunnaz, and Chingy just to give it a lil’ twist
Next generation, you better stay focused
Youngaz before they time, man you already know this
Ball ‘em, never call ‘em, kick ‘em out before their moment
It seem like once you done, they start drawlin’
You never have ‘em, so you cuff ‘em, when you grab him
I treat ‘em all the same, even the bad ones

Go Magnum, rose gold chain, for show aim
Four four Magnum, tell C and P when they done better blast ‘em
I be laid back, smokin’ bags, playin’ Madden
You know we tap ‘em, middle room, bathroom
Living room, bathroom, sit at home cap ‘em
You got it, It’s nothin’ I had ‘em, you can have ‘em
Seein’ Neef we the streets, Gunnaz we the last one

Can’t stop, won’t stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
‘Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)

Can’t stop, won’t stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
‘Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)

Man, I can’t Stop, won’t stop
Girl, quit actin’ like ya can’t pop, won’t drop
To the flo’ I move crowds like I moved hop
Man, ’94 on the block, hand full on my jock
You wanna’ know, It’s official when I step up in it
You wanna’ party, lemme’ get the Y G’s
And we a be there in a minute
Maybe chicken-head wit’ it
I’m in the authentic, get it boy Jersey G I B hat fitted

Runnin’ ten a world, we did it
(Did what?)
Got the boxed up Benz, Range, and got both ‘em get it
Ching-aling, worldwide girl
(Worldwide girl)
Playa’, and I’m pimpin’ you never seen my thural side
The girls, the girls they love me
(Love me)
You know I stay fresh ‘till death, like Doug E
(Doug E)
I step in the spot, these cats they mug me
(Mug me)
Got drank, in row so meet me at the Club E, D D T

Can’t stop, won’t stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
‘Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)

Can’t stop, won’t stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
‘Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)

Neefy, and Chris wicked game, wicked chick
One had to pay a dime, pay in no mind
It’s quite obserd, just sayin’ the right words
I like nice hair, titties, and nice curves
Givin’ neck dose, smokin’ on a bag fa’ sho’
Shawty’s catch everything, everytime I let go
(Okay)
I get her poppin’, and let ‘em finish the rest yo

And when I’m lookin’ for a girl, why I check fo’
Need me a chick, that’ll see me squeeze the fifth
On the court, pleed the fifth, never leave me for a check
But, the Visa on the whip, so overseas get the bricks
Bringin’ all ‘dat cake, that’s what I need for you to do
I be heated if you screw, bring it all back straight
Rock on me, we pop homie, drink it all back straight
Better warn me, ya Barreta on me
Baby all ‘dat hate, will lead to you losin’ all that weight
Holla’ at ya boy

Can’t stop, won’t stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
‘Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)

Can’t stop, won’t stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
‘Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)

Wow, wow, wow, wow, look at those hoes
(They’re they go)
(What they at?)
(What they at?)
(What they at?)
(What they at man?)
Wow, wow, wow, wow, look at all those hoes
(They’re they go)
(What they at?)
(What they at?)
(What they at?)

Can’t stop, won’t stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
‘Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
(Wow, wow, wow, wow, look at all those hoes)
Can’t stop, won’t stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
‘Cause we, we get down baby, we get down

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Can’t stop won’t stop (Letra)

Young Gunz

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Can’t Stop Won’t Stop Lyrics

[Intro – Young Chris + (Neef)]
Six figure, woo
Uh, Youngunaz (Youngunaz) Chris and Neef (That’s right)
Jeah, uh, this official State P. representers
Jeah, woo, woo, ahh

[Chorus – Young Chris]
Can’t stop, won’t stop, Rocafella Records
‘Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls, the girls, they love us
Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less

[Verse 1 – Young Chris]
They don’t make us so break us, when they make-up to break up (No)
See the Jacob, fix they lil’ make up (Uh)
That’s them Youngunaz Chris and Lil’ Neefy
Wishin they was the one what Chris got Lil’ Kee Kee (That’s right)
Home base Sham Coo back dere (Uh huh)
Keep ya mouth shut, we might do that dere
Yep, it’s only right, that the whole block stares
Hop out the Bimp, with blue and white airs
When I say move nigga let’s go and get left yo
Mami feelin my begets so my whole neck glow
Say I’m young but I can sex though
Now could it be I’m the one ladies check fo’
Yes hoe, got grown women my momma age, fuck me all kinda ways
Suck and swallow everything, way before them rhyming days
Naw it ain’t bout the age, it’s all in da stroke
Bitches thought I was a joke, ‘til they got my jammies, HEY!

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2 – Neef + (Young Chris)]
Yep, it’s only right we don’t feed ‘em no cash
We ain’t flea ‘em and pass soon when we see ‘em we pass ‘em
Yep, I know they hate ‘cause we seein that cash
And seein right pass ‘em, and I don’t wanna access ‘em
No, no, don’t make me the bad one
Then negotiate, when the man wit the badge come
You know the rules, when a nigga was yappin
Ain’t no rappin, when we see ‘em we clappin
Plastic bag ‘em, then we findin a ditch (Yeah)
Toss the magnum, then we findin his bitch (Yeah)
Then take a step over the shit we left over
Now I gotta and tell, my niggaz what happen
Niggaz better believe, we the youngest in charge (Yeah)
Ain’t takin a deal man, I run wit a charge (Yeah)
Chris and Neef, we runnin this rap shit
State Property poppin anyone of you bastards

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3 – Young Chris]
They see the Younguna, all the girlie, girlies
Wanna see the Younguna once they see the Rocawear (Wear)
Little bit of jewels plus I treat ‘em like I care (Care)
Safe home base I just treat ‘em like a spare (Yeah)
You know I stay wit a beautiful little thing
And after me, it’s Neef abusin that little thing, look (together)
You better tuck your girl, if she hot fam’ (together)
‘Cause I’m pretty sure, she a rock fan
Mami do you want, us or him
Ain’t no "I" in a team, fuck wit me, fuck wit them
Get the ride for my dogs, that’s the game baby girl
Ain’t no shame keep it clean, keep a eye on my dogs (You know)
Never brag, never blab what you saw
Let them motherfuckers know you just as fast on the draw (Fo’ show)
Let ‘em know you need some cash for the drawls (Wooo)
Keep the shit between us, so they be blast on the saw

[Chorus x2]

Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop * (Letra)

Lox, The

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Come on, yeah
[i’m comin]
Come on, yeah
[i’m comin]
Come on, yeah
[i’m comin]
Come on, yeah
[i’m comin]
(2x)

Stlyes:
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 (?)

Chorus-puff daddy:
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
(2x)

Sheek:
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

(chorus 2x)

Jay:
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

(chorus)