: Chorus: Don't stop till you get enough If its right for you Do what you want to do Do you like what I am doing to you, tell me if it's right Baby,
Chorus: Don't stop till you get enough If its right for you Do what you want to do Do you like what I am doing to you, tell me if its right Baby, I'
Chorus: Don't stop till you get enough If its right for you Do what you want to do Do you like what I am doing to you, tell me if it's right Baby, I'
Übersetzung: No Authority. Stoppen Sie nicht.
Chorus: Don't stop till you get enough If its right for you Do what you want to do Do you like what I am doing to you, tell me if it's right Baby, I
shit, man! You can smoke crack (SouthSide!) if you wanna smoke crack, I don't give a fuck what you wanna do man! Don't look to me to stop you man! (yeeah
bawn Tell di government dem fi cool an keep calm Unnuh louw di ganja farm, unnuh louw fi ganja farm Shotta deh a street a run di place warm Don't want
side, Blood and water flowing through the land. Well don't know which one is worse, Doing your own thing or just being cool. Well don't know which one
killin' me floatin' rock already we damage the ozone. Ain't nothin' been hot as the sun since steady b flex his authority! And what may be important
as well as my own. It shouldn't matter, the message is intended to be universal." "I see what you mean." "Can you make that sound stop please?" "Yes. And your goal?" "I don't
abusive, on a class track makin critics look stupid This ain't a optic allusion stop the confusion I'm white and I drop tight music Over looked, under used stop
the road to Zion, man We gots to keeps it burning on the road to Zion, man [Chorus 1] Clean and pure meditation without a doubt Don't mek dem take you
ts gonna explode any minute, so ? tick with it. and its not nelly, do not tell me to stop yelling when i stop selling i'll quit so stop dwelling I am
E. it might trouble you Then I transform like a Decepticon With a mic as a bomb In my right palm But I don't stay calm So panic Others can't flow so they
The rap motivator,teacher,talker,night rhyme stalker Words thrillin',so real they're chillin',the hit author Gettin' louder than a shot gun,you don't
of escaping Cyclones collide with world winds in my circumference Words spin through time warps and worlds begin Can't touch the style I scrape off skin with sharp senses Don't
(There's no way out) Where is there to run(There's no where to run) Don't go(Don't go) Don't go (Can't go) No! No! No! (Whoa!) [Kirk Franklin:] You
children of the Korn. Jonathan: Look and see, I feel the parents hating me. Ice Cube: Hurt me. You hurt me. Jonathan: Why don't you step outside
