lot to prove I cant stop, wont stop unstoppable Elevator breaking down no more obstacles Till i heard a voice from the other side of the room telling me to. Stop the music
to prove I cant stop, wont stop unstoppable Elevator breaking down no more obstacles Till i heard a voice from the other side of the room telling me to. Stop the music
me in that Nolia I'm a gangsta, the streets backin' me I ain't goin' back to Baby, stop askin' me It's C-H-O double P-E-R...C-I-T-Y Nigga, till the day
givin' you exactly what you need To bob your head, cuz I know you likes to bob it Back and forward to what that nigga Fresh droppin' Music that's non-stoppin' P
it goin' on!! [BM I like big booty and big ol' titties Bitch, you know you've been fucked by many So come and be my private dancer I got some money if
with just Mase and 'em (yeah) Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah) The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo) Business wise, I play men Hide money
Linkin up with the Primo, do it (do it) He's the A-P-L-to-the-D-E-Ap Linkin up with the Primo, do it.. And we the B-to-the-E-to-the-P Hookin up with
Oh oh oh oh oh (yeah yeah yeah) check this out verse 1: when she come and pick me up we just be cruisin(cruisin) riding down p street with the music
I am not, then I'm a stop pinnin' 'em and I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem Subliminal thoughts, when I'm a stop sendin' 'em, women are caught
Nothings goin to stop my reign ahh ahh [2x] [Gucci Mane:] Part of my pain is run through problems Stoppable I jump over obstacles Stop my grind like stop
It's gangsta rap fault, that people are poor can't get enough to fucking eat or live their life That's rap music fault It's rap music fault, that we got
Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music
they got a million Girls on the strap and you know that You know the guys will stop wildin' if you stop that crap But you can't,you want money so bad
twenty of me Goin 20 different directions on a one-way street Lord I got houses, money and cars and that Everything single superstar I, got the whole music
the show, I'm just EQ'n it One-two and I won't stop abusin it To groupie girls, stop false accusin it Back to the music - the Maybach roof is translucent
it don't quit, and it don't stop) Nine in my hand, oune in my crotch Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm! (and it don't stop, and it don
your body, let me feel it. Throw ya heads up in the air. In the air (x4). Troway some money in the air. In the air (x3). Troway! So make you stop
: [Intro: Solomon Childs] Yeah, you know Niggaz keep talkin' bout Theodore this, and Theodore that Niggaz need to stop worryin' about the Theodore Worry