Cant Stop Wont Stop Lyrics by Lox, The

Cant Stop Wont Stop Lyrics

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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)

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